"A lot has happened," Henry said agreeably, because even if he had no context for Gansey--Gansey here, Gansey in front of him, now, present and accounted for--that was true for Darrow. Henry had hit the ground running, from what he understood. It had not been his favorite introduction to a new place, and he doubted that would change just because Gansey was here now.

Maybe especially because Gansey was here now. After all, Gansey would need to acclimate, would need to take stock of his kingdom. Then, perhaps, Henry would get that answer on his inquiry, his olive branch. An answer he had, apparently, already received because he and Gansey and Blue had been in Tulsa.

Henry looked at Gansey's fingers, wrapped around the mug of coffee, and tried to tell if something was different about them as well. Instead, he blurted, "Oh. You've had your birthday then, haven't you--you said we were traveling, which means, it's summer for you? Congrats, Pinocchio, you're a real boy now. Eighteen and everything."