"Not me," Gansey corrected with a jab of his finger in the air. It was worth repeating. It was also another moment he could take before he had to tell Adam -- well, everything. It was what he expected. It was what he deserved. If Gansey were in Adam's place, he'd want the same.

"Parrish." Another breath, another space for Gansey to call himself a coward. On the road trip, he felt Cabeswater-infinite, and in the high walls and impossibly city lines of Hywel and Darrow, Gansey couldn't breathe. Information overload. Wings clipped out from underneath him.

"There's a lot," he continued, somewhat stricken, "some things I left out with the others." Like Ronan. He couldn't tell Ronan about Aurora. Not now. Not when it was clear he was barely hanging on already.