"I've never been to Tulsa in my life," Henry said, wonderment and joy and something else, something more coming through his voice. Because Gansey said it was him and Blue, and Henry were there with them, and they were somewhere outside of Virginia, and that sounded like a marvelous dream. It was not Venezuela or Zimbabwe or the Caribbean, but it was somewhere else. They'd done it.

Henry laughed, brief and quiet. He let his hands off Gansey's shoulders and then hummed.

"I came with my jacket--which is stupid, it is supposed to be hot as sin today--so. Just a moment, I'll--" He stepped back from Gansey, but he kept looking at him like at any moment he'd just disappear back into the ether, or like Henry would wake up any second now.