[Noah sighs, looking away again, resting his head on Gansey's shoulder so he has an excuse to break the eye contact.]

... I'll try.

[He's still perfectly unconvinced, but he knows Gansey is certain about his own feelings. Sometimes Gansey misses the forest for the trees. That metaphor becomes very ironic when tied to a magically sentient forest, on that note.]

... You're still important to them, even if they're busy kissing each other now. They wouldn't have met without you.