All he can do is look between the two of them, stunned. "You don't get it at all, do you? I saw what me dying did to you, I'm already worried over every damn little thing. This is almost a relief, knowing why it bothered you so much when you knew full well I'd be coming back just fine." He gestures at Adam. "And it's fine for you and Jane to keep it all to yourselves and freak out behind my back? I already know her part in it. She kisses me, I probably die. Doesn't that seem easy to prevent? But apparently it isn't." Unfortunately for the other two, now he's picking up some steam. "And if Jane knew, if you knew, that means her whole family knows. Hell, maybe Mr. Gray knows too, why not? Everyone but Gansey knows that Gansey's going to die. Except Ronan, who only found out here and still didn't say anything. God."

Gansey turns away from both of them, hugging his arms tight around himself. "Don't tell me what I do or don't need to know about myself, Adam. Maybe I fundamentally don't understand where you've been, but you have no idea about me either." His voice doesn't get any louder, only faster, the words snapping from his mouth. "You refuse help from me at every turn because then I'd own you and then you decide you get to keep this from me, so you can own my fate? You don't know what it's like to lie there and know you're dying, to feel your heart stop in your chest. Every day I live knowing that could happen again just because of some stupid little insect. Every time we ever went outside, every time I heard something buzzing against the window.I've been living on borrowed time since I was ten years old. His!" A strong, blunt finger jabs up toward the ceiling, where Noah is still upstairs asleep. "And you think you get to make that choice for me?"