“Maybe,” Blue interrupts, irritation edging into her voice, “we should ask him.”
Gansey stumbles on the combination of female annoyance and All-American Heroism. Noah fades. Adam hasn’t spoken since Ronan yanked Kavinsky to sit against to him instead of wandering every three minutes. Kavinsky went still; Adam became a salt pillar.
“Right.” Gansey clears his throat. He’s—bad with death. “How’re you—psychologically.”
“No kidnapping, suicide, or dragon plans.” Kavinsky’s smile stretches like taffy.
Gansey nods. “Can you still steal dreams?”
“Ehh. Haven’t slept, but I doubt Lynch could picture me without.”
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[4/?] cuz youre a hero
Gansey stumbles on the combination of female annoyance and All-American Heroism. Noah fades. Adam hasn’t spoken since Ronan yanked Kavinsky to sit against to him instead of wandering every three minutes. Kavinsky went still; Adam became a salt pillar.
“Right.” Gansey clears his throat. He’s—bad with death. “How’re you—psychologically.”
“No kidnapping, suicide, or dragon plans.” Kavinsky’s smile stretches like taffy.
Gansey nods. “Can you still steal dreams?”
“Ehh. Haven’t slept, but I doubt Lynch could picture me without.”
Ronan’s glares at him, furious because it’s true.