Henry's floppy morning hair was one of those things Gansey allowed himself to be charmed by. It was something he was familiar enough with now. Gansey sipped his coffee as Henry set his down. An avalanche of information followed. Gansey was glad he hadn't put his coffee down. He needed it to hide a bit. He was out of his element and that straightened his back. A back that was, at least, covered now.
Gansey looked around and couldn't help but wonder what each of theirs said. What Blue's said. Was Henry's about the hole? Was Ronan's about his father? Or was it Adam's that was about his father? What if Blue's was about him? What if it wasn't?
More information happened; so much that Gansey wasn't sure he could process it all at once. He thought about it like a book, soaking up information, marking in the margins, pursing his lips on the information overload and taking time to process. He didn't need to appear quick in front of Henry or any of them. These were the people Gansey didn't have to prove himself to.
"That is quite a lot to process," he said after a few more moments of brain buffering than he was strictly comfortable with. The last piece made the muscle at his cheek twitch just a bit: a momentary frown. Far from the most troubling piece of information, but certainly the one worth the least amount of thought. Gansey had come back and Kavinsky -- while truly a waste of oxygen -- was a powerful greywaren. Impostor, he thought.
"Uh, yes," was Gansey's less-than-smooth transition back to conversation mode. "I am glad to hear that. School. Have you decided what you'll be studying?" He offered a polite, apologetic smile. "Unfortunately I am unsure how to respond to anything else you've said."
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Gansey looked around and couldn't help but wonder what each of theirs said. What Blue's said. Was Henry's about the hole? Was Ronan's about his father? Or was it Adam's that was about his father? What if Blue's was about him? What if it wasn't?
More information happened; so much that Gansey wasn't sure he could process it all at once. He thought about it like a book, soaking up information, marking in the margins, pursing his lips on the information overload and taking time to process. He didn't need to appear quick in front of Henry or any of them. These were the people Gansey didn't have to prove himself to.
"That is quite a lot to process," he said after a few more moments of brain buffering than he was strictly comfortable with. The last piece made the muscle at his cheek twitch just a bit: a momentary frown. Far from the most troubling piece of information, but certainly the one worth the least amount of thought. Gansey had come back and Kavinsky -- while truly a waste of oxygen -- was a powerful greywaren. Impostor, he thought.
"Uh, yes," was Gansey's less-than-smooth transition back to conversation mode. "I am glad to hear that. School. Have you decided what you'll be studying?" He offered a polite, apologetic smile. "Unfortunately I am unsure how to respond to anything else you've said."