[ 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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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.]