It almost makes Gansey pull his hand away. He’s expecting Noah’s usual chill; he’s never known him warm. Instead, he tightens his hand and then moves it, touching the back of Noah’s hand to make certain.
His eyes lift. ]
You’re alive?
[ Gansey says it so softly. He leans forward, searching Noah’s face and taking hold of his shoulders, and suddenly this is the only thing that matters. Noah, warm and solid. More himself than he’s ever been. A smile tugs at Gansey’s lips. ]
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It almost makes Gansey pull his hand away. He’s expecting Noah’s usual chill; he’s never known him warm. Instead, he tightens his hand and then moves it, touching the back of Noah’s hand to make certain.
His eyes lift. ]
You’re alive?
[ Gansey says it so softly. He leans forward, searching Noah’s face and taking hold of his shoulders, and suddenly this is the only thing that matters. Noah, warm and solid. More himself than he’s ever been. A smile tugs at Gansey’s lips. ]
Noah. Jesus Christ, is this real?