Why did he think he could fix this? Of course he can't. If he hadn't been able to do anything at the time, he doesn't know why he would be able to to do it now. ]
[Noah nods, moves to step past Gansey. He stops before reaching the staircase, turning to look over his shoulder.]
... I know you're trying to help. Thank you for that. You... had your own things you were dealing with. When this was happening.
[Noah doesn't think Gansey would ever willingly ignore it, but dying, coming back. That did a number on him. He was never the same after that. Things got overlooked, ignored. Noah doesn't hold it against him. Not Gansey as he was before, who couldn't help what happened to him, and absolutely not Gansey as he is now, who is blessedly free from that trauma and like the Gansey they all know again.]
Nec uno die condita est Roma, nec uno cecidit die. Goodnight, Gansey.
[Noah stops when Gansey catches his arm, not trying to pull away from him.]
We'll figure it out.
[They'll have to manage an equilibrium sooner or later. Most likely by figuring out a new way to be and just kind of easing into it without any discussion involved as Ronan does not like to use words and Noah doesn’t like anything that passes as confrontation.
If it works for them, that’s what matters, right?]
[ Will they? Gansey can’t help thinking that they’ve had time, a lot of it, and that it doesn’t help. Ronan processes everything with a fight, and Noah doesn’t like confrontation. It’s not a good combination.
Gansey’s expression stays worried. He does step back, though, aware that he’s already pushed Noah farther than the other boy wanted to go. ]
I hope so. He does care about you, Noah. None of this means that he doesn’t.
[Noah just gives Gansey a pointed eyebrow raise at that.
Noah keeps other people's secrets, usually. Having his own is a new thing for him. You would know though, Gansey, wouldn't you. How secrets help or don't help.
He doesn't say any of that, of course, but he's gotten good at the single look getting across a very clear feeling none the less.]
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No one can prevent that all the time. You're upset, too. That matters.
[ And Noah should not think it doesn't. ]
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[Noah shoulders his bag again, not looking at Gansey, retreating once more. Or trying to, anyway.]
Can I get by?
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Why did he think he could fix this? Of course he can't. If he hadn't been able to do anything at the time, he doesn't know why he would be able to to do it now. ]
Yes, of course.
[ He steps aside. ]
I was just trying to help.
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... I know you're trying to help. Thank you for that. You... had your own things you were dealing with. When this was happening.
[Noah doesn't think Gansey would ever willingly ignore it, but dying, coming back. That did a number on him. He was never the same after that. Things got overlooked, ignored. Noah doesn't hold it against him. Not Gansey as he was before, who couldn't help what happened to him, and absolutely not Gansey as he is now, who is blessedly free from that trauma and like the Gansey they all know again.]
Nec uno die condita est Roma, nec uno cecidit die. Goodnight, Gansey.
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He turns to catch Noah's arm. ]
I might have. But I don't now. It can be rebuilt, if you try to.
[ And if Ronan tries, too. Gansey thinks loyalty will trump hurt feelings where that's concerned. ]
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We'll figure it out.
[They'll have to manage an equilibrium sooner or later. Most likely by figuring out a new way to be and just kind of easing into it without any discussion involved as Ronan does not like to use words and Noah doesn’t like anything that passes as confrontation.
If it works for them, that’s what matters, right?]
All we have right now is time.
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Gansey’s expression stays worried. He does step back, though, aware that he’s already pushed Noah farther than the other boy wanted to go. ]
I hope so. He does care about you, Noah. None of this means that he doesn’t.
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Is it so surprising he wanted to take a break from being alive, just for a little while?]
I know. If he didn't care, he wouldn't be so angry.
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It doesn't help that he doesn't know everything. Secrets don't help anyone, you know.
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Noah keeps other people's secrets, usually. Having his own is a new thing for him. You would know though, Gansey, wouldn't you. How secrets help or don't help.
He doesn't say any of that, of course, but he's gotten good at the single look getting across a very clear feeling none the less.]
Goodnight, Gansey.
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'Night, Noah.
[ He goes to leave the bread in the kitchen, giving Noah his space. ]