Upon searching his face, Gansey saw this wasn't a display, this was Ronan desperate. Ronan out of hope and now he was thrown a scrap of it and he needed to know if it should be discarded or examined. Gansey knew the feeling. They all did.

"I've never been here," Gansey assured him, but he had to listen to what was said. Time was a circle. Maybe it was that he hadn't been here yet. Time went sideways and looped in itself. Maybe that meant that Ronan already knew... everything. That was the best case scenario. He could rely on his luck and hope it ended with that, or he could plan further. Ronan's face was a reason to go further. His was not a heart that could stand to break too many more times.

"Tell me what you know," Gansey said, relaxing at his shoulders first: a peace offering, a gesture he hoped Ronan would take and follow suit. "If I have more, I'll fill in the blanks. If you do, you can. Okay?" He hated seeing Ronan like this. He was the one displaced and he found himself bending over backward to keep Ronan moving forward.