[Ronan doesn't point out the obvious fact, which is that he was dreaming when he wrote that note. Things like that- the magic of Cabeswater, the instability of time, the way that memories are shaped and formed and then just gone- all of that feels so much more possible when he's asleep and can bend the world to his will. Out here it's different, and somehow believing in and acknowledging the presence of something as impersonal and separate from him as this place, the magic of it, the fucking Door- it unsettles him in a deep way.
His jaw goes tight for a fraction of a second, uneasy and apprehensive of whatever magic could cause this, but he knows in the end that Gansey is right. That Gansey is always right- all of them being together again is what matters, not the how and why of it. Even if he doesn't remember, he's still Gansey. That's not going to change.
Ronan eyes him for a moment before nodding reluctantly and pushing the matter from his mind.]
Yeah.
[There are more immediate concerns to be addressed with anyway, and Ronan turns sideways on the pew to face him, lifting a foot onto the bench and resting his knee on the back of the seat.
It's good to see him again. Ronan knows that the elation he feels has no place in a conversation when Gansey is injured and doesn't remember the last eight months, or when they've just been chased down and cornered by a magical feline monster, or when he's still berating himself for not somehow finding him earlier- but there's an undercurrent of joy and relief to all of it anyway.]
What happened to you?
[He's referring, of course, to the blood and dirt and bruising, but anything else that Gansey wants to add is fine too.]
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His jaw goes tight for a fraction of a second, uneasy and apprehensive of whatever magic could cause this, but he knows in the end that Gansey is right. That Gansey is always right- all of them being together again is what matters, not the how and why of it. Even if he doesn't remember, he's still Gansey. That's not going to change.
Ronan eyes him for a moment before nodding reluctantly and pushing the matter from his mind.]
Yeah.
[There are more immediate concerns to be addressed with anyway, and Ronan turns sideways on the pew to face him, lifting a foot onto the bench and resting his knee on the back of the seat.
It's good to see him again. Ronan knows that the elation he feels has no place in a conversation when Gansey is injured and doesn't remember the last eight months, or when they've just been chased down and cornered by a magical feline monster, or when he's still berating himself for not somehow finding him earlier- but there's an undercurrent of joy and relief to all of it anyway.]
What happened to you?
[He's referring, of course, to the blood and dirt and bruising, but anything else that Gansey wants to add is fine too.]