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After the past few months, Gansey should be used to Ronan's behavior. The late nights. The traffic tickets decorating one of the few doors in Monmouth. The drunken escapades that usually ended with Ronan nursing a hangover and Gansey patiently fetching painkillers and water.
For some reason, the latest bout of Ronan related wildness hadn't set well. Gansey had spent the night pacing and attempting to organize his research, alternating between worry and anger. There might have been a few shots of vodka involved since Ronan wasn't the only one who occasionally resorted to underage drinking to settle his mind. Of course, Kavinsky texting him - how the hell had Kavinsky gotten his number? - and telling him about various party activities hadn't helped.
Gansey had refused to acknowledge the emotions he felt after receiving those texts was the reason for the vodka. He also had refused to give into the very un-Gansey-like impulse to find Kavinsky and punch him.
When Ronan finally returned to Monmouth, Gansey avoided him, and then broke into the Aglionby pool to swim until his mind settled. For a time it worked, clearing his thoughts until he returned home. Then all the emotions he was avoiding came crashing back. Pushing them aside as much as possible, he grabbed a bottle of water and a few pills. He rapped on the door frame leading to Ronan's bedroom then went inside, setting the bottle on the table beside the bed. He paused a beat to make sure Ronan knew he was there and mostly aware before asking, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
For some reason, the latest bout of Ronan related wildness hadn't set well. Gansey had spent the night pacing and attempting to organize his research, alternating between worry and anger. There might have been a few shots of vodka involved since Ronan wasn't the only one who occasionally resorted to underage drinking to settle his mind. Of course, Kavinsky texting him - how the hell had Kavinsky gotten his number? - and telling him about various party activities hadn't helped.
Gansey had refused to acknowledge the emotions he felt after receiving those texts was the reason for the vodka. He also had refused to give into the very un-Gansey-like impulse to find Kavinsky and punch him.
When Ronan finally returned to Monmouth, Gansey avoided him, and then broke into the Aglionby pool to swim until his mind settled. For a time it worked, clearing his thoughts until he returned home. Then all the emotions he was avoiding came crashing back. Pushing them aside as much as possible, he grabbed a bottle of water and a few pills. He rapped on the door frame leading to Ronan's bedroom then went inside, setting the bottle on the table beside the bed. He paused a beat to make sure Ronan knew he was there and mostly aware before asking, "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
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