Gansey looked sidelong, grinned at Adam like he was impressed. The moment he was left to his own devices, Adam made himself the life he'd said he would. Adam was more a man of his word than Gansey had known. He was proud of his friend, thrilled that he was so willing to let Gansey come back in and be a part of all of it. Just like that. A fistbump was no way to show appreciation for that. Adam's kindness and endless understanding had finally exceeded Gansey's capability to express his gratitude. He decided to devote time to figuring out how to fix that. Without money. It was the least he could do.

"Mm," was the displeased noise that crept out from behind where his thumb had perched itself at his mouth. He didn't like to think about Ronan driving the Pig and that was exactly the reason why. If there were two, maybe it didn't matter so much.

And Ronan could drive the broken one.

"Show me your bike, Parrish." He clasped his shoulder, something like a litmus test. "Ah," he added, "also a shirt, if you'd be so kind."