Noah's eyes lock on Blue for a moment and he speaks only to her. Ronan can't help but wonder what he'd heard, what Blue had thought in the few seconds before Noah opened his mouth.
Not that it matters. What matters is what he says, the images that twist to life in Ronan's mind of Noah decaying and suffering and holding on because of fucking timing whatever the hell that even means. He reaches out instinctively, his good hand to the nape of Noah's neck, feeling skin and muscle beneath his fingertips.
It stops him from wanting to throw his fist into the wall instead.
He glances over at the sound of Adam's voice, notes the way Blue's leaning forward, her chin gently rested on Adam's head. His frowns and, despite himself, snorts a half-laugh. It's not an Adam thing to say and they all know it. But it's not like any of them can ever forget the giant, ever-present Gansey-shaped hole.
"We could've had fucking bagels instead," he says, giving the back of Noah's neck a light squeeze before pulling him closer against his side.
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Date: 2016-06-12 11:25 pm (UTC)Not that it matters. What matters is what he says, the images that twist to life in Ronan's mind of Noah decaying and suffering and holding on because of fucking timing whatever the hell that even means. He reaches out instinctively, his good hand to the nape of Noah's neck, feeling skin and muscle beneath his fingertips.
It stops him from wanting to throw his fist into the wall instead.
He glances over at the sound of Adam's voice, notes the way Blue's leaning forward, her chin gently rested on Adam's head. His frowns and, despite himself, snorts a half-laugh. It's not an Adam thing to say and they all know it. But it's not like any of them can ever forget the giant, ever-present Gansey-shaped hole.
"We could've had fucking bagels instead," he says, giving the back of Noah's neck a light squeeze before pulling him closer against his side.