[ Gansey watches him, expression careful. He’s trying to look as neutral as possible, and not let any of his worry shine through, because he suspects that would make Noah feels worse. He doesn’t want any of this to be diminished; he wants to know how Noah is really coping with this, and if he’s not coping well, then he wants to know how he can help.
In the end, it’s as much Noah’s body language as what he says that makes Gansey put the can down, and come close to him. The way he’s holding himself -
Jesus, poor Noah. Gansey touches his arm. ]
No one likes to be upset, or emotional…whatever you want to call it. Everyone rides it out in their own way, and there’s no one to say any one way is better than another.
But you aren’t by yourself. You never have to ride it out alone, Noah. And as for what you lost, well. I’m quite fond of the person you are, honestly.
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In the end, it’s as much Noah’s body language as what he says that makes Gansey put the can down, and come close to him. The way he’s holding himself -
Jesus, poor Noah. Gansey touches his arm. ]
No one likes to be upset, or emotional…whatever you want to call it. Everyone rides it out in their own way, and there’s no one to say any one way is better than another.
But you aren’t by yourself. You never have to ride it out alone, Noah. And as for what you lost, well. I’m quite fond of the person you are, honestly.