[Gansey is trying his best to stay still, but it's a fraught effort under the circumstances. He wants to pull away in an effort to give them more space, but it's a futile thing, and every movement just makes it worse. So he's doing his best, to not think about how exposed they are, or how humiliating being tied up and put on display like this is, or.. any of the other horrifying aspects.
So talking is actually a good thing, in that it gives him something to focus on that isn't their current predicament. A different set of pieces that he can work with. He smiles a little as Noah corrects himself; just a thin touch of warmth to his voice, but it's still something.]
Yeah, I get it. Here they'll both turn twenty before I'm eighteen. It feels.. strange.
no subject
So talking is actually a good thing, in that it gives him something to focus on that isn't their current predicament. A different set of pieces that he can work with. He smiles a little as Noah corrects himself; just a thin touch of warmth to his voice, but it's still something.]
Yeah, I get it. Here they'll both turn twenty before I'm eighteen. It feels.. strange.
[Like space that isn't supposed to be there.]