They understood one another in a way that had nothing to do with words. Hell, talking made things more difficult and more complicated than they needed to be. Adam was Cabeswater's vessel and so was Gansey and they were together two parts of something larger and more complicated, paired together like lungs.

It made words seem odd. Adam shrugged off Gansey's guilt. "Not like you could help it," he said, wishing now that he hadn't brought it up. "You know I don't actually care." This had been the first year he'd had a reason to celebrate but that didn't account for much compared to Gansey.

"We bought this place. The other Gansey and I. So your name's still on the title, if you want it. Hywel," he said, because if someone had told Gansey its Welsh name he would already have used it, known there were no coincidences.

Or maybe, with Glendower dead and dusty, he just didn't care. Adam didn't know what to make of a Gansey not in pursuit of Glendower.