[ Several things register with Gansey while his friend talks. Adam has a phone now; when did that happen? Not only that, but his phone had coordinates of the gravesite, which meant both that this had been some intelligent person’s idea of a game, and that they had deliberately sent those details to Adam, one of Gansey’s closest friends.

Thirdly, Adam knew what it was about, enough to be carrying water and a shovel with him, and lastly -

God, lastly. Adam expects Gansey to already know what this is all about, because he’s supposed to remember it. Remember it.

Christ. He takes all of this in, and reaches for the water. ]

Thank you. [ It’s murmured, and a little rough, and his head feels like it’s spinning while he takes it. He doesn’t know if it’s the taste of the water or everything he’s processing that’s having that effect, but he ends up dropping to sit by the graveside, and drinking the water back.

He hadn’t known he was so thirsty until he tasted it.

Gansey gives himself until he has stopped drinking to calm down. He screws the lid back on the bottle, makes sure that his hands are steady, and takes a breath. His eyes meet Adam’s. ]

I’ve never been here before. [ With certainty. He holds the bottle out. ] How long have you been here? When was I here, and who did that to me?

[ His eyes flick quickly to the grave. He needs to understand. ]