[He doesn't know what to do with that information, or how to really even begin processing it. Not only did both Adam and Noah know about Gansey's return before Ronan did, but Gansey doesn't remember anything- anything since they first left home. It doesn't make sense.
Ronan remembers in a rush, dreaming about Gansey shortly after he left. His body had dissolved into needle-sharp wasps that he'd taken out of the dream. But he wouldn't take out Gansey- the wasps were there because he, in some desperate way, wanted just a piece of him, but he wouldn't let himself take the whole thing. He couldn't have.
Even a Gansey from his dreams, he thinks, would have remembered the past few months.]
Don't apologize.
[It's steadfast, firm. Ronan messes with the door a little further, ensures that it's properly closed and locked, before moving to one of the- pews? He supposes that's what they are. He lowers himself into it and leans forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, while he tries to reason through why Gansey wouldn't remember anything.]
So you were with us, in Henrietta? Just a few hours ago? [It doesn't make sense, but what part of this has made any sense? Gods and horrific monsters, multiple universes, multiple worlds? Of course Gansey wouldn't remember. Of course nothing that they did- the discussions, the fights, the things they learned, the things they spoke about- of course none of that meant anything.]
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Ronan remembers in a rush, dreaming about Gansey shortly after he left. His body had dissolved into needle-sharp wasps that he'd taken out of the dream. But he wouldn't take out Gansey- the wasps were there because he, in some desperate way, wanted just a piece of him, but he wouldn't let himself take the whole thing. He couldn't have.
Even a Gansey from his dreams, he thinks, would have remembered the past few months.]
Don't apologize.
[It's steadfast, firm. Ronan messes with the door a little further, ensures that it's properly closed and locked, before moving to one of the- pews? He supposes that's what they are. He lowers himself into it and leans forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, while he tries to reason through why Gansey wouldn't remember anything.]
So you were with us, in Henrietta? Just a few hours ago? [It doesn't make sense, but what part of this has made any sense? Gods and horrific monsters, multiple universes, multiple worlds? Of course Gansey wouldn't remember. Of course nothing that they did- the discussions, the fights, the things they learned, the things they spoke about- of course none of that meant anything.]