Adam hadn't quite known what to expect. He'd worn enough red ties to enough Gansey parties that he'd had a real fear that he'd finally found a line that couldn't be crossed. To see Gansey smiling was a strange and crashing relief and Adam let out his breath.

"It's been since September. It's July now." Adam wasn't entirely sure why the chronology felt necessary; he wasn't expecting Gansey to send anniversary flowers. "It's not, you know, some thing." The word was both inadequate and all-encompassing.

Gansey saying he wanted to stay was the first piece of normalcy Adam thought he'd had all morning. "I don't know if this is the kind of thing we're supposed to have a house meeting over, but you've got my vote," Adam said.

"She has a room here but she goes to her apartment sometimes too. Free spirit. Also we're a bunch of assholes."