"Yes," Gansey said, answering a bit too quickly. It had occurred to him several times in the last few moments that he was shirtless trying to deal with something he wished he'd had more armor for. "Please." He'd asked for food and clothing in a strange place. Were it any other group of people, Gansey might have suffered in silence, but these weren't any people. They were his people. The most incredible people alive. And not.

"Thank you." All of the pleasantries occurred at once and Gansey briefly thought about how the politeness avalanche pointed to his nerves. Noah would have known either way. In his few moments there, Gansey had already witnessed Noah pluck several things straight out of his head. Had this been something he could do at home? Well, yes, he supposed so: this sort of collective unconscious happened all the time between them and Gansey had chalked it up to their collective dynamic, the way they fit. This was long ago: before he knew about time. Before he'd felt magic within him.