Noah gets an uneasy feeling in his stomach, if only for how uncomfortable this is making Gansey. This could have at least waited until his second day here, or the second week, or...whatever. But what's done is done, like ripping off a band-aid.

"Oh, that's easy. So everything could happen," he says, and smiles. Linear-speaking, anyway. "You had to come to Henrietta. How else would you come back?" Noah's voice goes soft, remembering how little Gansey looked, lying on the ground, crawling with bees. "You died, Gansey."