"Are you?" Winny asked, genuinely not having really made notice. "Less research perhaps but they also require worlds more imagination." Besides that, it sounded like Natty also put research work into his fiction.

Winny stopped to look at the other. Privileged upbringing made it hard to imagine not being able to do something because other people thought he wasn't worth the risk. "Well, I like your name. These people you ghost-write for. They have never thought to allow you to put your name to at least one of your own works?" Granted, he didn't know how all that worked since he'd done his own writing. But it seemed so unfair.

Wanting to comfort the other because the image of a young Natty trying and being turned away simply due to circumstance of birth, Winny wrapped his arms around the others torso and lay his head on his chest. "It could still happen. A book under your own name, I mean."