[ Time is not a straight line. Time is circular, Gansey is a teenager and an old man at the same time, they've found things from the future and from the past in Cabeswater. Ronan lived with a dead boy for a long time.
Could it be real?
He holds his chin high, straightens his shoulders. His hands are closed into fists by his sides - thumb out, Gansey, but he doesn't move. There's a flickering of hope through the debris in his mind, and it's keeping him in place, helps him feel the love in Niall Lynch's words. ]
I don't want to hit you. [ It's part respect, part terror, part love, undying and sure to make Ronan insane. ]
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Could it be real?
He holds his chin high, straightens his shoulders. His hands are closed into fists by his sides - thumb out, Gansey, but he doesn't move. There's a flickering of hope through the debris in his mind, and it's keeping him in place, helps him feel the love in Niall Lynch's words. ]
I don't want to hit you. [ It's part respect, part terror, part love, undying and sure to make Ronan insane. ]
So, you're not a figment of my imagination.