[Gansey's happiness is infectious, it gets an awkward smile from Noah. He's still the Noah they knew, vague and anxious and frightened of everything, not Czerny the boy he was before his life was traded to Gansey. There's probably no getting Czerny back. Noah thinks that's probably for the best.

Noah leans a bit against Gansey. Not a whole lot, and he's still a slight thing even living with the metabolism of a teenager.]

Yeah, sure, you can hold my hair back when I get sick from being hungover. Ronan won't do that. He just laughs at me.

[Noah siiighs dramatically, blowing at one of his bangs.]