He wanted to press further, but he brought his glass to his lips and drank, hoping it would stifle his impulses. It was probably for the best that he wrote adventures instead of mysteries, because at least he was able to think towards the future, as if this conversation would prove essential in the long-term even if he didn't find out the answer, instead of interrogating him on the spot. If he thought his sister was completely innocent and naïve he might have right there and then, but he was sure—no, he was certain that Zelda was clever enough to figure out what she needed to.
"But it's not about Zelda..." he said, after another one, two, three sips. His pint was nearly half-gone now, which was unusual; usually it took him thirty, maybe forty-five minutes to drink as much while in the midst of writing. He took another, just for good measure. He decided he wouldn't ask any more after this, but if Darrow was telling the truth—and he hoped he was, truly—then this was the perfect opportunity to prove it. "I'm sure it'll help to get it off your chest. Might not be able to solve your problem, but I don't mind nodding every few seconds while you let it all out.
"But it's not about Zelda..." he said, after another one, two, three sips. His pint was nearly half-gone now, which was unusual; usually it took him thirty, maybe forty-five minutes to drink as much while in the midst of writing. He took another, just for good measure. He decided he wouldn't ask any more after this, but if Darrow was telling the truth—and he hoped he was, truly—then this was the perfect opportunity to prove it. "I'm sure it'll help to get it off your chest. Might not be able to solve your problem, but I don't mind nodding every few seconds while you let it all out.
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