Noah waits while Gansey works through the news, gives him the time to think it over, to digest it. To peace together the way everyone acted. His eyes track the movement of his hands through his hair while Noah remains still, for once not fidgeting.

Just waiting.

"...Only Adam and Blue knew, back in Henrietta. Blue's mother talked her out of saying anything. Adam thinks he can stop it." Noah sighed, a soft exhale, briefly closing his eyes. "... I don't think he can. I think... back in Henrietta, I knew too. Not because of the list. I knew because... because of how I knew everything." It wasn't knowing, it wasn't seeing the future, it was remembering. The same time used over and over. Didn't Merlin live his life backwards? Adam was the magician, but Noah was the one who was remembering the future back home. "By next St. Mark's day - maybe earlier. Maybe much earlier."

He opens his eyes again, looking out the window then back at Gansey. The hard part.

"I don't think there's a way to stop it, Gansey."