For the first time, Gansey realized he must have missed a few things, too. To think of Henrietta as the "real world" was nothing but a front; it existed for no other reason than to give him a temporary sense of security. That wasn't good enough. Lives went on here, as impossibly as Gansey's second and third chances at his own life.

Gansey laughed politely, chided himself for showing something so very false to Henry. It wasn't either of their faults that things were different. Henry would understand. Jeong.

"Thanks, Cheng," Gansey said dryly. That felt better. Even though it was a great effort to reach something that felt real (that useless word again), Henry's easy Henry-ness helped smooth the transition, just like Ronan's aggravated advance, Adam's quiet wonder, Blue's mistrustful questions, and Noah's blind acceptance of what was. A few conversations, afternoons spent, trips to the library and Gansey could see the word "home" settling over this place.

"Tell me about what's happened here. Darrow." It was like he was trying the word on. Not Welsh -- sort of Southern, actually -- and not familiar. Gansey hoped it was implied that information provided would be met with his own information shared.