He had told Zelda he would try to help, however he could manage it. He did not know if this had come about at her suggestion or entirely at Darrow’s own will, but either way, given his resolution, he had no good reason to turn it down, however little he might be looking forward to it.
And Dionisia was working a late shift tonight, so Ari could not count on her to act as a buffer here. But perhaps this time that was for the best, because although she had been present at that Passover debacle, she had not been witness to the confrontation at the hospital and all that had happened with Zelda long before it, and so they had never quite seen eye to eye on this.
All that aside, Ari had resolved to come into this evening’s encounter with an open mind - or at least the hope of one, only and only if Darrow was going to be trying too. He looked smart enough, Ari noted with a hint of surprise, and had come in looking a great deal more uneasy than he usually seemed to be in Zelda’s company, though that was no surprise.
Ari had just made a perfunctory offer to ring for tea - he was not about to sit here and offer to drink with him, as though they were friends - but truthfully Darrow did not look any more inclined to sit around drinking tea than Ari felt in the mood to, so thankfully they came to the crux of it before they could be crushed by the weight of the awkwardness in the air caving in.
“Alright,” Ari said neutrally, taking a seat on the sofa opposite Darrow, though not feeling any more comfortable for it. But if he sat down he was less likely to succumb to the urge to hex him, so it was probably sensible. “What on, exactly?”
And Dionisia was working a late shift tonight, so Ari could not count on her to act as a buffer here. But perhaps this time that was for the best, because although she had been present at that Passover debacle, she had not been witness to the confrontation at the hospital and all that had happened with Zelda long before it, and so they had never quite seen eye to eye on this.
All that aside, Ari had resolved to come into this evening’s encounter with an open mind - or at least the hope of one, only and only if Darrow was going to be trying too. He looked smart enough, Ari noted with a hint of surprise, and had come in looking a great deal more uneasy than he usually seemed to be in Zelda’s company, though that was no surprise.
Ari had just made a perfunctory offer to ring for tea - he was not about to sit here and offer to drink with him, as though they were friends - but truthfully Darrow did not look any more inclined to sit around drinking tea than Ari felt in the mood to, so thankfully they came to the crux of it before they could be crushed by the weight of the awkwardness in the air caving in.
“Alright,” Ari said neutrally, taking a seat on the sofa opposite Darrow, though not feeling any more comfortable for it. But if he sat down he was less likely to succumb to the urge to hex him, so it was probably sensible. “What on, exactly?”
