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Adam sounded irritable. "I saved your life because I love you and I was scared and I didn’t know what else to do. That doesn’t sound like Bryde."
"Next time you can teach me how to do this the real way, Parrish."
"Return the favor," Adam said, and after a moment, Ronan realized he was talking about the time long ago when Ronan had taught him to drive stick shift.
From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry.
Gansey turned back to Adam. "Ronan told you all about the Pig, then."
"Ronan told me nothing."
"I told you about the pissing," Ronan said.
"Do you think it makes me look tougher?"
What it did was make him look more fragile and dirty, somehow, like a teacup unearthed from the soil, but Blue didn’t say that.
Ronan said, "It makes you look like a loser."
How appropriate it was that Ronan, left to his own devices, manifested beautiful cars and beautiful birds and tenderhearted brothers, while Adam, when given the power, manifested a filthy string of perverse murders.
You’re leaving this state, he told himself.
But he hadn’t felt the fire on his heels for a long time. There was no longer the understood second half of the statement: and never coming back.
"Parrish, that was fucked up," Ronan said. He laid a palm on Adam’s pale cheek. It, too, was frigid. Adam turned his face into Ronan’s hand, his eyes shuttered.
Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
It seemed incorrect that Adam visiting would have made his loneliness worse, but he missed him acutely even as he was looking at him.
"I didn’t know what was happening," Adam said. "I didn’t know what you were doing, if you were even alive. I didn’t know if we were... if it... what..."
Ronan repeated, "I’m calling now. I need to see you."

