It was probably against his better judgment, but he almost felt sorry for Darrow. (Was that wrong? To feel sorry that the man his sister loved had lost a female friend who could have made Zelda jealous? He didn't know, but there was no mistaking the tiny aching in his chest.) He frowned and nodded, wishing he could he say Well, I hope she comes back one day, but he knew he didn't, and he couldn't say I understand, I've been in your situation, because he hadn't. Actually, the idea of a messy friendship was a woman sounded terrifying.
"I'm sorry it's affecting you like this," he said, because it was the only thing he could come up with that wasn't falsely optimistic or a lie. He was sorry—sorry that some woman who wasn't Zelda had meant enough to him to make him feel like this, but also because Darrow's sadness was likely to linger long enough for Zelda to become aware of it. "I'm no authority on emotions, but time really does make things better. It sounds cliché, but it's true."
"I'm sorry it's affecting you like this," he said, because it was the only thing he could come up with that wasn't falsely optimistic or a lie. He was sorry—sorry that some woman who wasn't Zelda had meant enough to him to make him feel like this, but also because Darrow's sadness was likely to linger long enough for Zelda to become aware of it. "I'm no authority on emotions, but time really does make things better. It sounds cliché, but it's true."
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