Once the answer had been laid out, the question seemed stupid. "Twice," Gansey said, by means of recovery, and he offered an equally thin smile. What else was there to say?

"It doesn't matter." That. Whether it was Glendower or Noah, the voice had given Gansey's life purpose. Another shot at life. Two, even.

Gansey reached out and clasped Noah's shoulder, no hesitation, no fear he wouldn't be there. Noah was there. Wherever there was. Standing in front of him felt something like they'd spit in the face of prophecy. A part of Gansey really, really liked that.

"Would it be terribly inappropriate," Gansey asked, smiling gently, "to inquire about those pancakes?" He knew it wasn't or he wouldn't have asked.