[Darin watches the way Zelda's face seems to fall at his question and he silently kicks himself for pursuing the topic. The answer she gives him doesn't really satisfy...]
[Does Zelda not know how to have fun?]
[The feeling sat in the pit of his stomach. Darin's seen that look before. Hell, Darin's probably worn that selfsame expression more times than he cared to admit.]
[The realization that maybe you're not as happy with the way things are as you pretend to be.]
[Darin pushes himself to his feet and takes a step her way, holding out his hand.]
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[Does Zelda not know how to have fun?]
[The feeling sat in the pit of his stomach. Darin's seen that look before. Hell, Darin's probably worn that selfsame expression more times than he cared to admit.]
[The realization that maybe you're not as happy with the way things are as you pretend to be.]
[Darin pushes himself to his feet and takes a step her way, holding out his hand.]
...You trust me, right?