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[For Henry]

Silence, Gansey had told himself, was the thing that kept him up at night. When everything stopped, all that was left were questions, and when he was too tired to think of answers, it was (for lack of a better term) a shitstorm.

Great. Two weeks with Ronan and he was already thinking compound words with no Oxford English equal.

Silence, however, was hard to come by in Hywel. The animals shuffled and bleated below. There was a goat that Gansey swore was being bribed to keep him tense. The damn thing screamed, fainted, and the first time that happened, Gansey'd nearly had a heart attack. Strange city, no way out, weird things happened, and the thing that bothered Gansey the most was a goat with a name from the Greek pantheon. The whole thing, really, was quite unsettling.

But Adam was happy. Ronan was happy. Noah was happy and he was there. He couldn't tell if Blue was happy, but she was there and he hoped he could have a stake in her happiness. Hywel was incomplete without her. Without Henry.

Gansey sat up. It was nearly 4am and that meant that he'd missed his chance to sleep. Usually he was up around 6 regardless of variables. This was a time of night that made him tense when he saw it, because he could anticipate the fatigue of the next day. Not that he had anything to be doing other than what he was doing: pacing the corridor around his bed, stepping over books and recently-purchased-and-carelessly-discarded clothing. Those things made him want to check his bank account balance. He was afraid to. That was not something he'd ever done before.

Are you awake? Gansey fingers hesitated over the new keyboard and he had to pause to remember how to find Cheng in his contacts.

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It was remarkable to watch Gansey dive. Henry had to pause and catch his breath for a moment. His toes curled against the cool tile around the pool, and he made himself shuffle along, keeping an eye on the way that Gansey moved under the water, how his shoulders shifted, his arms, the shift of his legs.

Put your feet on the stairs, idiot, Henry told himself when he found them, at a depth that would be appropriately shallow enough to not make him nervous. It was near the end of the pool. He felt a little bit like an idiot.

The water was cool but not unpleasant. It wrapped around his feet, his legs, and held him gently. He held onto the stairs, and then put his feet on the bottom of the pool.

When he turned around, Gansey splashed him. Henry was almost positive it was intentional. He sputtered for a moment, shocked and gaping, and then he dug his elbow up through the water in an attempt to splash him back. It was not nearly as successful. That made his ears feel hot.

Gansey's shallow facade of a mischevious smile warped and touched his eyes. Henry's half-hearted attempt at retaliation and that slackjawed pretend-offense was so patently Henry that Gansey was back at his parents' in DC for a moment, behaving somewhat poorly as Helen looked on with pinched disapproval. Henry was as excitable about little silly things as he was about big, important things. Gansey could listen to Henry talk for hours. He had. He was sure he would, again.

"Lesson one will be splashing," Gansey said, all smugness. He slicked his hair out of his face and squatted to submerge himself in the water. There, he half-floated, considering the stark, unpopulated room. Would it have been so soothing during the day? Gansey feared not.

"Are you awake enough to do this?" In case he wasn't, he splashed gently at him again. He was helping.

Henry shot Gansey a look, and it was a look, all mock affront that he might have come all this way in a swimsuit and drunk coffee and gotten in a pool, and be tired about any of it. On the contrary. He was alive. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt so alive.

He splashed Gansey back slightly, and this time it was a little more successful. That made him grin, and also made his ears a little hot.

"Is that a bit more like how you like it, Dick?" Henry asked teasingly. "Is it more of a flick of the wrists?"

With no more splash than the natural displacement of the water, Gansey shielded his face from the oncoming water with a forearm and a hand out by means of lazy offense. He laughed as easily as he floated along. His arms might have stayed up a touch longer than was strictly necessary to cover the quick hotness in his cheeks.

"I expect this kind of behavior from Ronan, Cheng, but you?" He clicked his tongue as if he were more disappointed than amused. He wasn't.

Gansey stood up and pushed Henry off of the bottom step and onto the pool floor. He looked very pleased by this turn of events. The lights in the pool cast backward shadows, familiar and strange. This Henry was the very same Henry from home. Not even time could separate Henry Cheng from his true self. An admirable trait and a remarkable individual.

Gansey submerged himself up to the shoulders and let the water move him. His grin turned down. Thoughtfully, he asked, "what do you think of this place?"

"Maybe you missed that we've been going to an all boy's school for the past few years, Richardman. That joke was in quite good taste, I thought." Henry smiled and let Gansey ease him away from the ladder into the pool, away from the edge. The water encircled him. It was hard to differentiate the sensation of water-warmth and skin-warmth.

Even though the water wasn't all that deep--four or five feet, definitely shallow enough to stand in comfortably--Henry worked his hands just below the surface, mimicking what he knew about the motions of treading water.

He looked up at Gansey's question, curious. "The gym, specifically? Or Darrow, generally?"

Of all of the silly nicknames Gansey had acquired Richardman was the least offensive to him. Gansey Boy had become a title, something Gansey hated as much as he valued it. Usually iterations of his Christian name sat wrong with him. This one was a term of endearment. Gansey allowed it. It was something like coming home. Gansey welcomed it.

"Darrow," Gansey specified, a muted smile floating over his face like he did in the water. Both of them knew Gansey didn't care what Henry thought of the gym. While he did care what Henry thought about Darrow, that also wasn't entire what this was about.

Henry hummed and thought. He watched Gansey drift and float in the water. He felt like the area should be brighter, for an all-hours gym, but he wasn't complaining. It gave a certain atmosphere of closeness that was rather nice. It let him look from time to time.

He splashed water into his face, over his hair, and then huffed a sigh.

"You're here," he said after a moment. That put an awful heavy weight on Gansey thought, and Henry retreated slightly; "The whole cabinet is here. It's good to see. I don't know how I feel about, you know, being trapped in a bubble universe or whatever. But I'm getting to know your child bride better. That reminds me, I have a picture of her and I at prom that I need to show you."

The answer made Gansey watch Henry a bit closer. Though this Henry didn't know all that the one at home did, a lot of things were the same. Henry's cautious observation, his careful backtracking, these were both things that Gansey had seen in the beginning. A lot of comfort was to be gained from that; it meant that there was a chance things would go back to the way they were when Gansey left them.

And then there was Blue. He knew his expression had betrayed him, brows knitting down into a a protective frown that only sheer force of will kept from altering the line of his mouth. For all of the convincing he'd done for himself that this wasn't a thing to be broken about, the late night and the solitary company and the comfort of being swathed in the water had him unprepared for this line of conversation.

"I would like to see it," Gansey assured him. "After some time has passed." Did Henry know? Was it even Gansey's place to tell about it? Their relationship didn't seem to be a secret. Everyone in Hywel knew. Maybe not Ronan. Maybe it was best if Ronan didn't know.

"Do you know Ellie?" He almost asked do you know about Ellie, but that seemed horribly inconsiderate. Like she was a thing. No person was a thing, especially not a person worthy of Blue Sargent's love.

Henry nodded, because here, here was the crux of the question, really. Gansey didn't want to know about Darrow. He just couldn't approach this situation directly. And that was alright. Except that something went tight and uncomfortable in Henry's chest that he didn't really know how to explain. He wasn't sure he could be impartial to any of this.

He sank in the water until it was just over his chin but not quite touching his lips. He watched Gansey carefully.

"Is that her name?" Henry asked carefully. "Blue and I have had a brief talk about things, but--I mean, I gave my congratulations and then politely excused myself from the discourse. I can't have stock in something I haven't been invited into being invested in."

That was, maybe, more honest than he needed to be. He milled his arms under the water uselessly, just to feel the resistance. "Is that why you brought me here, Gansey boy? To talk about Wendybird's new belle?"

Henry's knowing nod stung just behind Gansey's sternum. Gansey had ignorance his all, but he knew why he wasn't sleeping. He knew why he needed the water and this person's company and an empty room. From within the castle walls, Gansey's heart was breaking. Each time he remembered, he built up a new wall with empty words and doubled the guard. Cabeswater made no effort to protect him. She was one of the trees, after all.

"Not to my knowledge," he answered, rubbing a thumb absently against his mouth. In the thick of this stupidity, Gansey remembered why he'd only asked ancient questions with ancient answers: because they had answers. While he was on the subject, how had cyclical time changed its direction?

His contemplation almost caused him to skim over the middle bit, but the words echoed hollowly, finding nothing relateable to stick to. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"You don't know if you brought me here to talk to me about Blue?" Henry asked, and snorted a little, because then, they were going about this all wrong. This was a Gansey domain, and the whole event was more Ganseylike than even climbing into that hole under Borden House had been for Henry. Henry just tried to smile around everything, the thicket of emotion in his chest.

"What? Oh." That made him shrug, when he realized what Gansey was picking out and prying on. After a moment, Henry hummed and then said, "I decided when I came to Aglionby and watched the Vancouver crowd in all their trappings of relationships and what have you that, unless I was involved in something, it was none of my business. I'm there for listening. I'm very good at that. But--well, if I'm not invited, then I don't get to have an opinion, do I?"

That was a lie. Henry had a lot of opinions. He and the Vancouver crowd had had a betting pool on Ronan and Adam getting together. He had watched how Blue and Gansey looked at each other at the toga party. Henry had more opinions than he knew what to do with. And not a single one of them meant anything, when he lived on the outskirts of things.

Gansey raised a brow wryly. "You expect me to believe you don't have an opinion, Cheng?" He smiled quietly to himself; on Ronan, it would have been a smirk, but Gansey's victories weren't so crudely celebrated. Gansey had caught Henry in a lie, and one so thin that any Aglionby student would have barked a laugh. Henry Cheng, who always had a cause, didn't have an opinion? Please. Maybe when Ronan Lynch finally got his Perfect Attendance award, Gansey would believe Henry didn't get to have an opinion.

That wasn't the point. He chose his words carefully, licking his lips in the ensuing silence. "Blue had a life before I got here." After he got here. Between when he was here and he wasn't. Whatever. "I had a whole life she doesn't know about." A life with her, but not with her. And that was an important distinction. Gansey would not hold her to the promises she never had a chance to make. This was also the hardest part: the most Blue Sargent thing she could have done was rebel against destiny. Here she was, doing that, being so purely, truthfully Blue that it made Gansey ache for the Blue that he could pull close and remind how absolutely perfect she was.

If Gansey was going to chose a time to start drinking, this was it.

"Am I supposed to move on?" He was about at the halfway point of the pool now, treading water autonomously, not raising his voice too much because it was quiet and it was just them, and the king needed his adviser.

This time, even though Gansey was drifting away from him--Henry didn't know how to draw him back, he could only go so deep in the water--Henry splashed at him for the assault on his character. He was very selective on his opinions. He could not have an opinion on this. At least not a vocal one. At least not a vitriolic one.

But Gansey was making a point, one that was obvious, but painful too. Painful more for Gansey than for Henry. He, after all, still did not fit in this place, with these people.

"We all have lives before we got here, man," Henry pointed out. Gansey had layers of that shit now, more than Henry knew how to sift through in one pool-bound heart to heart. "And I don't know if a few months is a whole life. Don't get ahead of yourself there. I think you're both out of each other's loops just as much as the other one. Maybe that's the problem here. You're just not in sync. You've gone back to you and me, and not we."

It was universal, in this sense. Not when he'd accidentally flubbed on the beach, talking to Blue, and implicated himself anywhere in this tangled web of romance. He wasn't even sure he belonged anywhere, yet, in this tangled web of friendship. Except when he did.

The question seemed rhetorical for a moment. Henry didn't want to give bad advice, either way. Finally, what he said was, "I do not have a lot of experience in relationships, bro. In fact, none. Zero. I can't tell you how you're supposed to do this. But I can tell you that we are all very young."

Gansey was silent for a few long moments, considering Henry's words carefully. He nodded and waded back toward Henry, just to prove he wasn't being ignored.

You and me, and not we was a good place to start. While Gansey understood that things were different, Blue felt the same in his heart. She looked at him the same. Knowing they were destined to be together and being together were two different things. They had been before so they could be again. That certainly made sense with what Gansey knew: that time was cyclical.

Gansey took Henry's arms and began slowly wading him toward the center, where he'd just been. "Speak for yourself, Cheng," he said with a small smile, more focused on keeping calm so Henry would. "I'm a timeless forest." He grinned and continued his pull back.

Henry let himself be drawn deeper into the water. He was not nervous, not like when they'd been in Borden House. At least, he wasn't nervous for any of the same reasons he'd been in Borden House. Swimming did not make him anxious, because he had no structure to evaluate why it would. Gansey's hands, though.

"You could probably do with being a little less old and wise, bro," Henry said with a smile. But that was a lie, or at least not the truth. Gansey would not be Gansey if he were not a little timeless, a little ageless. A boy with the soul of an old man; or an old man with young eyes; or something in between.

The water enveloped them. Gansey's hands were very warm. Henry thought of the water more than anything else, how it supported him, how it made him feel strangely safe despite that he didn't know what he was doing.

Gansey just smiled because Henry was right. For reasons related to and despite his first death, Gansey always felt a strong sense of responsibility. There was never room for him to be a child growing up in the public eye. His parents were watchful and his sister was vigilant. Not even being overseas changed that. The world was a monitored place and it didn't stop Gansey from reaching incredible heights, nor did it escape him how hard the fall would be.

Old and wise was the only game in town even before Cabeswater, before Ronan and before Blue. Gansey had never been a child. He couldn't afford for anything to be outside his understanding.

Needless to say, Darrow was puzzling.

"Keep kicking your feet when you can't touch down anymore," Gansey instructed gently. He'd already backed himself out of where he could stand, but his presence above water was smooth. "You can use your arms if you need extra buoyancy." When he let go, of course. He let go with one arm and kept the other on Henry's. He looked pleased. "You've got this."

Henry did not believe that he had this. In fact, the moment that Gansey fully let go of his hands and treaded back from him, Henry bobbed down under the water a bit until his toes brushed the bottom of the pool again. He hurried back as best he could once he'd come back up, legs and arms spinning to get him back to a point that wasn't so deep.

He felt a damn idiot for it. But he laughed at himself. His hair, wet, flopped against his forehead, showing the style of the cut without all the product he had in it during the day, without the sleepy ruffle he'd had to it when they'd started this.

On safer, more solid ground, he smiled at Gansey. "Is that it then? Are we moving on?"

Gansey did not laugh, did not posture, did not comment. He let Henry get back to a level more matching his comfort and stayed where he was, a few feet out, treading water gently. He liked not being able to feel the ground under his feet, the freedom of knowing he was holding himself up. There was also something to be said for giving Henry some space.

Henry's smile was brilliant and unafraid and Gansey forgot about space. He submerged himself and swam closer, popping back up beside Henry.

"You want to get out?" Gansey didn't, but he would take Henry home if the need was there. He could always come back.

In the brief moment of Gansey's disappearance, Henry breathed. He hadn't realized he'd been doing it so shallowly, or for how long. And then, Gansey reappeared again, right at his side. This was a magic trick, to Henry, not dissimilar from all the other strange magics that Henry knew of in the world. But this one, unlike so many others, was one he might be able to do someday.

"I didn't say that," Henry protested. He was enjoying this, even if he didn't really know what he was doing. "I meant, are we moving on from talking about Blue? I don't want you to think you have to talk to me about it, Richard, but I--I'm here. Now, and generally speaking."

He splashed Gansey gently. It was much easier without so much space between them. But now that Gansey was back up--slicked wet and looking so gently concerned for Henry's comforts in this place--Henry could not breathe again.

Henry was flustered. He kept coming up breathless and his gaze was keen. At first, Gansey read it as guarded but that wasn't what it felt like in his chest. It felt quite the opposite of that.

In Henrietta -- Charlotte, Nashville, and most recently, Tulsa -- moments like this had come to pass. Sometimes Blue was there and sometimes they were alone, being young and (moderately) reckless. They'd spend their time talking about renting yachts on the west coast, at which point Gansey hoped he'd have known that the other boy could not swim. Often Gansey wondered what might have happened if he hadn't been here. Sometimes he wondered things he had never before thought to wonder. And sometimes the things he'd worked at in Henrietta were the same as the things he wondered while splashing at an extraordinary boy in a pool in a pocket universe.

"When I think of something to say, I'll let you know." It wasn't strictly the truth, but they were playing now, and the rules were looser. He struck out with a hand and captured Henry's risk, tugging him in closer to be more adequately splashed; the first attempt had been ineffecrual and not quite satisfying. He hauled him closer and swooped his arm under.

Henry let it slide. He wanted to push, to press. Maybe he didn't know any of them as well as they knew each other, but he knew when people were having him off, trying to distance themselves from something that didn't want to think about. Henry did a lot of that, after all; he was well versed in the shielding faces of avoiding discussion.

Whether or not Gansey was diverting him temporarily or permanently didn't matter. He was touching him, pulling him by the wrist. He was grinning and being playful. Henry squawked and splashed back at him again. The noise of the churning water filled up the space of the pool room, echoing off the walls and the high ceiling. This, Henry thought, was Gansey as youth, not the ageless forest he claimed to be.

They were awfully close together. Henry tried not to think about it. It was a task easier said than done, at the moment. He wasn't sure how he was going to keep this all out of his head.

The next natural course of action would be to dunk him under, but that was a dirty thing to do to a boy who couldn't swim, even if they were in shallower water. The only fair way to compensate was to keep Henry where he was. He curled his arm around Henry's shoulders and splashed him thoroughly, holding him there.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about Blue, because he did -- eventually. Henry and Adam were the people from whom Gansey gained the most insight. All Gansey could do was hope that Henry trusted him enough to know he wasn't quite hiding.

"You've started a fight you can't win, Cheng." He grinned.

Henry could see the moment where Gansey considered being rude, and the moment that he put it aside. At once, Henry was both grateful and deeply offended. Just because he couldn't swim didn't mean he was incapable of keeping up with this playful tussle. And besides, there was no sense in letting his discomfort control him.

Under the water, he poked and prodded at Gansey's ribs, looking for ticklish weakness.

"Says you, man," Henry said with a grin and a laugh as well. He felt just a little winded from working against the water, but he did his best to keep it part of his laugh rather than a sign of weakness here. After all, Henry was used to rumbling with siblings. He could absolutely keep up with this battle.

There was a tiny recoil that Gansey couldn't control. He wasn't embarrassingly ticklish, but certainly far more than he would like. He wasn't a person who was often poked or prodded. When people entered Gansey's personal space, it was for a handshake or a fistbump or a boyish shove. From someone else, it might have bothered him, not that anyone would have known. Since it was Henry, it was okay.

He swatted at Henry's arm above the water, springing back a step or two, taking care to splash as he landed. This felt something like flirting and Gansey was suddenly struck by that. This kind of horseplay was par for the course in crew, in any teenage boy's endeavors, but this was different. It was the two of them in the pool after hours, splashing around together and building something that, to Gansey, had already been constructed. Together, they could reinforce.

He submerged himself to the shoulders again and let himself float around. Maybe they should go home. Gansey didn't want to. The water and the company had him feeling comfortable. Tired, even. Maybe he would finally sleep when he got home. That was a comforting thought, too.

"Tell me about your internship." He smiled placidly, lacking pretense, and looked forward to Henry's diatribe. Gansey didn't feel like talking anymore, but he wasn't done with Henry's presence. A lot of time, there was silence in Hywel. Gansey preferred this: all quiet but the sound of the water displacing and replacing around them and passionate, loquacious Henry reminding him that home was all around him.

Henry was pursuant of Gansey, even when he pulled back, splashing a bit and trying to tickle him some more, now that he'd found a spot on his ribs to dig at him. It made him smile. Gansey, the ageless king-boy, was still Gansey, the person, and that came with all the pitfalls and trappings of humanity such as this. It was good to be reminded of it.

He could not go very deep, though, and so Gansey could easily escape him. Still, Henry smiled. He wished that Gansey would come in further again, but he would not ask for it. That wasn't his place.

"Business," he corrected. "I'm a business partner, in the think tank. My name is on the corporation documents and everything. It is...going, certainly. Things are, as ever, a maze of red tape, but they are in the works. And Mr Stark has been working hard on trying to make me a RoboBee. It won't be the same, but it will be something."

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