â I donât recall Friday being a part of the conversation.â Before he realized, his tongue daggered back with a defensiveness that only showed his sensitivity to the subject. When it dawned upon his mistake, those same lips pursed with a soft, huff-like breath, trying to disregard the tone he had previously gave. YesâŚhe remembered this man was a glib one. It was bittersweet to have someone that had bite to their words when it brought remembrance of his friend, but Watson did not mesh the personalities. They were different. Much different.Â
Thankfully, the moment passed with the acceptance to his previous conversation-starter. Adjusting his tie, he listened fondly. Evolution. He had indeed read theories on the matter and personally found a fondness in the bold statements offered despite religion pressing to pronounce it as sacrilegious. A raised brow was conjured.Â
âDoes the philosophy not suit your taste? Surely not all of them can be dreadful, unless the writer is flawed.â Another glance was given to Friday as the boat rocked, but his eyes were content with giving his full attention back to the other after. âI find myself more indulgent to philosophies and science more than novels these days. I have not touched a sincere novel in a year, at least.âÂ
   âYou musnât worry. I doubt he will take offense.â And he was at it again. Nikolai supposed there was no use trying to hold his tongue when his purpose in this whole ordeal was to challenge the manâs views, after all âand he couldnât deny just how amusing it was when the fire was so easy to spark, judging by the doctorâs reaction.
   Despite finding his ideas to be rather imprudent, that wasnât to say the agent didnât hold any respect for Watson. Nikolai had looked at the manâs academical records and papers himself as part of his prior research. A bright mind with pretty bold stances, he managed to wake the blondâs natural curiosity and hunger for debate.
   Nikolai shook his head at Watsonâs assumption. âIt isnât a matter of distate. This book was left on my fatherâs bookcase. Interesting as it might be, Iâve gone over it enough times to find it stimulating. You may take it off my hands after our mission is complete.â In the end, he thought with some bitterness, there was no use in holding on to any of these items; his fatherâs dusty books nor the locket hanging from his neck. Though, he quickly erased any outer traces of his troubling thoughts with a lofty smile as he closed the volume.
   âConsider giving it a try. Literature, such as history, is fairly accurate describing the foolishness of men. Though in todayâs world itâs hardly necessary to resort to fiction for that kind of show.â He shot a quick glance to Friday, just as the man had seconds before. âWouldnât you agree?â
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