[He's been idly watching Ronan's little arts and crafts project, but hasn't offered any input. He could, of course, point out that Ronan is perfectly capable of dreaming up an intact nailbat with hardly any effort. Or he could offer to find a hammer and help out. He hasn't done any of those things, because Ronan seems to be enjoying himself, and anyway it's a semi-destructive project that doesn't involve wandering all over the city getting into fights.

It's not that Adam needs Ronan near. It's just sort of nice to have him there.

Adam is curled up on the sofa, leaning against the arm, feet on the cushions. He looks at Ronan, meeting his eyes. He doesn't know how Ronan will react to his request. He'd been wary of that sort of thing at home, and back in Harborview when Adam read the cards - well. That had been something else, that had different consequences. Adam wouldn't be using the cards this time, wouldn't be focusing on Ronan, so - he doesn't know. He really doesn't know what to expect, but even so, he isn't shy or careful when he speaks. He knows what he needs to do, and his words are certain.]

I want to scry for Gansey. I want to ask Cabeswater if he's home and safe. I tried before but I couldn't get anything, because I was afraid to go too far, but if you're here to bring me back - it should be safer.