[It was easy to follow after Adam as he got his bearings, such as they were. Away from the gawking crowd and the vendor stalls and the guards. Gave them something a little bit like privacy, at least for the moment.]

A couple hours, I think.

[He has his khakis and his boat shoes and his turquoise polo, but they feel different when they're the only clothes he has. And it's not like losing his luggage in an airport, it's uncomfortable in a way he hasn't really had to confront before. And Adam's here, which is--

Complicated, honestly. But a familiar sort of complicated, at least, which is better than all the rest of this place. He doesn't ask when he says he has a place here, easily distracted by the names of Ronan and Noah. On the one hand there's something comforting about knowing they're here, too. On the other, he doesn't think he'd wish this place on anyone.]

How long have you been here?

[Not that they're strangers to time working strangely, but he gets the impression that Adam's been here for a while, just from the way he moves, how he talked back there. Like he knew the right words to say and he didn't know any of them. So Adam's question doesn't immediately worry him. But Gansey's answer on the other hand might--]

Noah's funeral. We moved his body, and managed to fix things for him. I woke up here just after that.