[ That suggestion manages to break through Gansey’s fugue, and he rolls his eyes around to look at Noah. Stave off the hangover for another day? Jesus, how long as he spent in the bar? Gansey’s memories of the last time they indulged with that are overwritten by the fogginess that comes with extreme exhaustion. He’d barely been able to walk that night. But he does remember Noah sloped over a toilet, before they managed to tumble into bed. ]

You’re going to have so many regrets in the morning. I’m not going to be responsible for making it worse. I should be pouring a pint of water for you right now.

[ Though, even that method might not be enough to save Noah from himself. Gansey touches his shoulders. ]

Thank you, though. You have to know it’s not about not trusting you.

[ It’s about wanting to protect other people from his own issues, when they have so many of their own. He’s better at sharing with Noah than most, but that’s because it’s Noah. He’s always had his ways of already knowing. ]