Henry compared it all to their discussion in Borden House, how Henry had been more delicate there. But he'd had the space, metaphorically speaking, to be more delicate. He didn't have that here. Here, he had nothing but Gansey's quiet, confused eyes and vaguely baffled expression.

"No, you don't need--I know it is. And you don't need to say anything, Richardman. But you deserved a line-up." Henry could only vaguely imagine what this was like. He'd arrived and been so panicked he'd been sick, but Gansey was holding it all together admirably, even with Henry dumping the transpiring months on him like that.

"I haven't decided yet, no," Henry said with a shake of his head. "I was thinking policy planning, but--now maybe computer science engineering might be more helpful? We'll see. Gen Eds, for a year, either way."