"Cremisius," she says carefully. It sounds like a Roman soldier. "How did you two meet?"

If Noah had pushed about Gansey, Blue's not even sure what she'd say. It's mostly Gansey's idea that they not say anything to the others, though she's reluctantly agreed long enough for it to feel like her own. Ronan and Adam aren't calling themselves anything, but they obviously are, and there's a restless, urgent part of her that wants to push Gansey about it, wants to unsettle his careful planning.

But maybe things are better left unsaid. Neither Ronan nor Adam are cool and unvolatile, and she feels like she has only a tentative grip on everyone.

Even Noah, it seems like. She's truly happy for him, knows she is from the way she feels when he goes a little pinker looking at the apples. It just also makes her feel a little -- something. Left behind. Wistful. But Noah deserves -- more. To get more. To be more. To not be the person people kiss because they can, she thinks shamefully at herself, regardless of whose idea it was.

Then she frowns, thinking about that. "Wait, so. Have you always liked guys?" That sounds awful. "I mean --" She blushes under her freckles. "Let's forget I said that."