[ Frowning, Gansey glances down at it. It is in fact lurid, but so are most things that he owns. Given that the color is so clearly inoffensive, he assumes Noah is talking about the day-old dishevelment. ]
I wore it all night. I didn’t think it was that bad, should I change? I have a lemon one somewhere –
[ He breaks off at sudden laughter from Noah’s phone and looks back down. There it is: dinosaur. Gansey laughs too, in spite of himself. When it ends, he slopes off the bed to seek a better shirt. ]
[Noah gives Gansey a vaguely exasperated expression, but then he's laughing at the dinosaur costume too, and well.
There's nothing wrong with letting Gansey believe that the shirt being a day old is what the problem is and switch it out for one that's assuredly so bright it's day glow. Shine on, you crazy diamond.]
I'll be here.
[He nabs one of Gansey's pillows to hug against his chest while he watches the rest of the video in the meantime.]
[ Gansey retreats to the bathroom and returns resplendent in yellow,
but wrinkle-free. The dark circles around his eyes make him look
approximately one part hungover, and two parts lacking in decent sleep, but
he can’t do anything about that. He comes out with the Tums Noah
recommended in hand, and stops to smile at the way he’s sitting. ]
You look like you want to sleep.
[ Even though Noah doesn’t sleep at all. There’s something warming
about that. Something that makes Gansey want to take care of him.
That’s probably foolish. He pops the Tums in his mouth, and pockets
his keys. ]
[Noah makes a big show of flopping down onto his side and getting comfy with that pillow at the comment that he looks like he wants to sleep. Sleeping is actually pretty weird once you start doing it for long enough. (Seriously, you fall unconscious and hallucinate vividly for like eight hours every day and no one thinks this is weird?)
Then he gives a little huff and blows some hair out from in front of his eyes and stands back up, scooting off Gansey's bed and leaving the pillow there.]
Yeah I'm good, let's go. You need fries and I need to move that seat.
[ Gansey would personally be delighted if he could achieve unconsciousness for something like eight hours a day. What a grand ambition. There's slim chance of it.
With a smile, he heads for the door. ]
You know that he'll likely throw you out the window again, of course. It's almost inevitable.
[Noah trots along after, shoving his hands in his pockets after a few aborted attempts to find a place for them.]
He won't necessarily know it was me. Unless you rat me out.
[But really, Ronan Lynch with the longest legs kind of owns the shotgun seat in the Pig, the others just occupy it from time to time when he isn't present, and it's highly unlikely anyone else would find such a thing to be funny.]
I'm not ratting you out. I'm just saying, don't say I didn't warn you.
[ He opens the Pig to slide into the driver's side, and studiously ignores anything Noah may or may not be doing to the passenger seat.
It isn't really a surprise that just sitting in this car makes him feel better. All he needs is to lean back against the headrest and wrap his hand around the wheel, and he's more like himself again. ]
[Noah opens the passenger door and kneels down in the gravel right away to fiddle with the seat controls, pushing it all the way forward before letting out a small oops then scooting it back to it's former position. Right, okay, just a liiiitttle bit forward. Just enough so it's uncomfortable but not instantly noticeable before he sits down.]
This'll be too small for Adam too, so make sure Ronan rides next.
[Satisfied with his work, Noah takes the seat and closes the door, buckling up for safety. His legs fit fine.]
[ Gansey looks up sharply, because don’t hurt his car, Noah. There’s no need for the Pig to be caught in the crossfire here. ]
Ronan always calls shotgun anyway. I think you’re safe.
[ He says, while thinking that it would be all right for Blue, and there’s been no mention of that. He tears his mind away from it. It’s not the time. With Noah ready, the Pig is put in gear and they head off, merging into traffic. ]
I wonder if he’d want me to bring something for him. A burger, maybe. I think I will.
Anyway. [ He’s growing in talkativeness, which is a sign the painkillers are working. ] We could go somewhere later if you like? Not that I’m keen to help you prank Ronan, but it’s hardly my fault if that’s a side effect.
[The suggestion is innocent enough, with nothing to allude to Blue almost certainly working tonight and being there. He leans forward to fiddle with the radio while he talks.]
You want to go to Nino’s? I normally have to talk you into it. That’s probably broken, by the way. [ He nods towards the radio. ] It was sputtering out static yesterday. I think it wants fixing again.
[Noah gives an innocent shrug. He doesn't like pizza, doesn't like reminders of things he lost, but...] The company can be nice sometimes.
[It isn't the gelato place, but Blue doesn't work at the gelato place. Noah continues to fiddle with the radio even after being told it probably won't work, carefully twisting the knob this way and that, looking for just the right spot between all the fuzzy static.
A song starts in the middle with a burst of static. It's grainy, but there. That Stevie Nicks song about the dove again. Noah hums along, pleased.]
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I wore it all night. I didn’t think it was that bad, should I change? I have a lemon one somewhere –
[ He breaks off at sudden laughter from Noah’s phone and looks back down. There it is: dinosaur. Gansey laughs too, in spite of himself. When it ends, he slopes off the bed to seek a better shirt. ]
Keep playing them, this won’t take long.
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There's nothing wrong with letting Gansey believe that the shirt being a day old is what the problem is and switch it out for one that's assuredly so bright it's day glow. Shine on, you crazy diamond.]
I'll be here.
[He nabs one of Gansey's pillows to hug against his chest while he watches the rest of the video in the meantime.]
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[ Gansey retreats to the bathroom and returns resplendent in yellow, but wrinkle-free. The dark circles around his eyes make him look approximately one part hungover, and two parts lacking in decent sleep, but he can’t do anything about that. He comes out with the Tums Noah recommended in hand, and stops to smile at the way he’s sitting. ]
You look like you want to sleep.
[ Even though Noah doesn’t sleep at all. There’s something warming about that. Something that makes Gansey want to take care of him.
That’s probably foolish. He pops the Tums in his mouth, and pockets his keys. ]
Are you ready to go?
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Then he gives a little huff and blows some hair out from in front of his eyes and stands back up, scooting off Gansey's bed and leaving the pillow there.]
Yeah I'm good, let's go. You need fries and I need to move that seat.
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With a smile, he heads for the door. ]
You know that he'll likely throw you out the window again, of course. It's almost inevitable.
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He won't necessarily know it was me. Unless you rat me out.
[But really, Ronan Lynch with the longest legs kind of owns the shotgun seat in the Pig, the others just occupy it from time to time when he isn't present, and it's highly unlikely anyone else would find such a thing to be funny.]
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I'm not ratting you out. I'm just saying, don't say I didn't warn you.
[ He opens the Pig to slide into the driver's side, and studiously ignores anything Noah may or may not be doing to the passenger seat.
It isn't really a surprise that just sitting in this car makes him feel better. All he needs is to lean back against the headrest and wrap his hand around the wheel, and he's more like himself again. ]
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This'll be too small for Adam too, so make sure Ronan rides next.
[Satisfied with his work, Noah takes the seat and closes the door, buckling up for safety. His legs fit fine.]
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Ronan always calls shotgun anyway. I think you’re safe.
[ He says, while thinking that it would be all right for Blue, and there’s been no mention of that. He tears his mind away from it. It’s not the time. With Noah ready, the Pig is put in gear and they head off, merging into traffic. ]
I wonder if he’d want me to bring something for him. A burger, maybe. I think I will.
Anyway. [ He’s growing in talkativeness, which is a sign the painkillers are working. ] We could go somewhere later if you like? Not that I’m keen to help you prank Ronan, but it’s hardly my fault if that’s a side effect.
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[The suggestion is innocent enough, with nothing to allude to Blue almost certainly working tonight and being there. He leans forward to fiddle with the radio while he talks.]
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You want to go to Nino’s? I normally have to talk you into it. That’s probably broken, by the way. [ He nods towards the radio. ] It was sputtering out static yesterday. I think it wants fixing again.
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[It isn't the gelato place, but Blue doesn't work at the gelato place. Noah continues to fiddle with the radio even after being told it probably won't work, carefully twisting the knob this way and that, looking for just the right spot between all the fuzzy static.
A song starts in the middle with a burst of static. It's grainy, but there. That Stevie Nicks song about the dove again. Noah hums along, pleased.]