[ He can't help but watch. Part of him is horrified but the rest - well, Gansey's not the only one who can be fascinated by the otherness of the world. And while he hasn't said the word, he knows just what's standing inside of his apartment. He let him in. And he has no idea what to do now. ] He's my friend. [ It comes out dulled, with less anger, like for a moment his stubbornness has been short-circuited. ] He's a ghost.
[ As if he's sure Noah will turn up just because he's talking about him, Adam's gaze drifts over the room. Sometimes he does that, bringing with him a chill that permeates Adam's blankets, or glitter that falls into the cracks of his wood floor. But he's not here. It's just the two of them. ]
What are you doing here? [ Annoying Adam, surely. But there's a wider picture and he wants to be able to see it. ]
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[ As if he's sure Noah will turn up just because he's talking about him, Adam's gaze drifts over the room. Sometimes he does that, bringing with him a chill that permeates Adam's blankets, or glitter that falls into the cracks of his wood floor. But he's not here. It's just the two of them. ]
What are you doing here? [ Annoying Adam, surely. But there's a wider picture and he wants to be able to see it. ]