PSL/Meme Continuation

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for PSLs and meme continuation/overflow

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[They're out of school and it's summer, and Noah has been returned to- well, life is the wrong word. But he's back, as much as he was before. And Adam had an apartment of his own and his birthday is looming. But what he doesn't have is Gansey. Not like it was before. And he means to call or text or say something, but with all these tension it's even harder face-to-face. And it feels like he's supposed to say something that starts with sorry and Adam Parrish doesn't fucking want any of it.

But not talking- the way they avert their eyes when they stand too close- he doesn't want that either. So instead, Gansey gets an attempt at an olive branch, one of Adam's contentious compromises. Where he's building a bridge without talking about what runs beneath, like this is a normal discussion, a continuation of some earlier reminder he'd given Gansey.]

you know if you have the time you should get the oil on the pig changed before the heat spikes & let me check the fluids.
I think I'll have some spare time at the end of my shift at Boyd's tomorrow if you want to stop by?

I was supposed to be looking over the transmission on a 98 firebird trans am but I guess the guy wants to do it himself.

[How do you express care for Gansey without saying any words that could be read that way? Well, if you were Adam Parrish, you did it by caring about his car.]

whoops gansey novel for you

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[Gansey isn't expecting a text from Adam.

["Strange" would be an understatement for how things feel between them right now - "right now", Gansey tells himself. Something temporary. Something that can be resolved - something that will be resolved. This is what he tells himself. But everything feels wrong.

[It's not a simple fight that's put distance between he and Adam as of late. A young man is dead, a body left crushed in the woods - god, how broken he'd looked lying there, so unlike the man that had been standing at the whiteboard only days before. It's an image Gansey can't rake from his mind no matter how hard he tries - something new to keep him up at night.

[And Adam. Breaking Gansey's trust had been only part of the discretion. Sacrificing himself to the line came as a shock, no doubt. But the coldness with which he'd tossed the idea of human life aside. That had shaken Gansey deeply. Something about Adam felt foreign now. Cabeswater's power had been terrifying - did its roots now tangle with his dear friend's veins?

[Of course they couldn't meet each other's eyes. But Adam Parrish is still Adam Parrish, isn't he? How desperately Gansey has been aching to feel like that's true.

[He misses him, and how things felt before teachers wielded guns and forests fought back with stampedes.

[Talking about the Pig should feel sore. It does, a bit, but it's so much more a comfort than it is an irritation. This is a familiar conversation. This is territory that Gansey knows. Even if he does idly feel like asking if the fluids seemed alright when Adam stole his goddamned car.]

Hasn't it spiked already?

'98 has no charm like '73. I'll take you up on your offer, Parrish. She did seem a bit finicky this morning.

[Gansey is a bad liar, but it's just a little white one. The Pig is, for once, running fine. But he's not about to say no when Adam is reaching out.

[There's so much more he wants to say, but it's already frustrating to weigh out every single word of a simple conversation about a car they both well know.]

Your Firebird owner is a fool. Suppose he'll realize that when he's broken down on the side of the road come tomorrow.