Nearly a year. In linear time, it seemed Ronan and Adam had worked things out faster in Darrow than they had at home. Gansey was glad for that. It told him something about the climate of the Darrow people and how comfortable they felt. In a strange city that plucked a person (any number of them) from their place in time and space might have an uneasy feeling. Either people were being systematically brainwashed or things were alright. Gansey would make the judgement for himself, but he hoped for the latter.

"It's not?" Gansey echoed, raising a brows in his interest. Ronan and Adam seemed very much like a thing in Henrietta and Gansey was happy for them, the way he hoped Adam was happy for him and Blue. Or had been, back home. Whatever was happening wasn't yet happening here. And where Adam came from they still hadn't quite talked about it, had they?

"Blue and I were seeing each other." It felt the right time to say it, since they were on the subject of such things. "It's not the same here, but we were." Gansey stopped surveying the land and looked at Adam. Really looked, like when Cabeswater had recognized itself moments ago. The only reason they'd gotten through the stretch of time leading up to Gansey's death was because they'd dropped pretense and linked together. He and Adam were two parts of one magic whole. They had to be. Gansey needed them to be.