Ghastly inclined his head in assent. "Donating teddy bears, probably not. But what's wrong with riding roller coasters? You don't have to be able to see."
Yes, he could imagine Solomon on one. And the mental image was bringing him no end of amusement.
But at the ex-Necromancer's lament, Ghastly sobered quickly. "Skulduggery didn't ask for help when he most needed it. From anyone. You did. And from a mortal priest you barely knew. Did he have an ulterior motive in helping you? Was he expecting anything in return?"
Ghastly hadn't known Paddy long, but the tailor was a good judge of character. And Paddy was a good man. Not because he thought he had to be, or because an inaccurate and inefficient historical document told him to be. He just was. There weren't many people in Dublin who would have helped Solomon unconditionally the way Paddy had, even after learning the truth. Ghastly thanked God it was Paddy Solomon went to for help - and again, quite literally. The happy coincidence was a little too neat for a divine hand not to have been involved.
"I'm not saying you have to go out and make friends," Ghastly clarified after the brief pause. "Friendship is about more than give and take. You don't start caring about someone because you think they can offer you anything. Give it time. You and Erskine, for example." Ghastly smiled; up until a few days ago, he would never have thought it possible. "It doesn't seem like it now, but there's potential there. Dexter, too. Valkyrie's always cared about you, even when she probably shouldn't have."
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Yes, he could imagine Solomon on one. And the mental image was bringing him no end of amusement.
But at the ex-Necromancer's lament, Ghastly sobered quickly. "Skulduggery didn't ask for help when he most needed it. From anyone. You did. And from a mortal priest you barely knew. Did he have an ulterior motive in helping you? Was he expecting anything in return?"
Ghastly hadn't known Paddy long, but the tailor was a good judge of character. And Paddy was a good man. Not because he thought he had to be, or because an inaccurate and inefficient historical document told him to be. He just was. There weren't many people in Dublin who would have helped Solomon unconditionally the way Paddy had, even after learning the truth. Ghastly thanked God it was Paddy Solomon went to for help - and again, quite literally. The happy coincidence was a little too neat for a divine hand not to have been involved.
"I'm not saying you have to go out and make friends," Ghastly clarified after the brief pause. "Friendship is about more than give and take. You don't start caring about someone because you think they can offer you anything. Give it time. You and Erskine, for example." Ghastly smiled; up until a few days ago, he would never have thought it possible. "It doesn't seem like it now, but there's potential there. Dexter, too. Valkyrie's always cared about you, even when she probably shouldn't have."