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Considering the enemy that Gansey had repelled, he could be thought of as brave. Of course, he'd had Noah's help, but he'd still confronted a nightmare and made rational decisions. The hornet rested on the desk, mostly flattened with Noah's hand still pressed against it.
Gansey knew that Noah was the reason that the hornet hadn't reacted the way Gansey's memories would have prediction. The cold and Noah's ghostly energy had slowed it down, weighting it down against the desk while Gansey grabbed a book and slammed it down on the insect. It was dead. Gansey knew it was dead. Noah confirmed it. But he still felt jittery. Hands trembling as he set the book down. Breath coming too fast. Knees threatening to buckle as a buzzing filled his head.
Noah watched him, eyes wide. Gansey expected him to flicker away, but he stayed where he was, hand still covering the hornet.
Shuddering at the feeling of something on his skin, Gansey took a steadying breath. He could do this. He could deal with this. Then he looked at the desk again and realized he couldn't. Not quite. Instead, his gaze traveled to Ronan's door. He might hear Gansey. "Ronan!" His voice didn't crack too much. He wasn't falling apart. Yet.
He tried to think of something civilized to say. Something that wouldn't betray the anxiety clawing through his thoughts, then he gave up. Ronan knew about his fears. Ronan wouldn't judge him for them. He knew that Gansey couldn't touch the thing. That he could barely stand being in the same room with one even if it was dead. "Hornet!"
Gansey knew that Noah was the reason that the hornet hadn't reacted the way Gansey's memories would have prediction. The cold and Noah's ghostly energy had slowed it down, weighting it down against the desk while Gansey grabbed a book and slammed it down on the insect. It was dead. Gansey knew it was dead. Noah confirmed it. But he still felt jittery. Hands trembling as he set the book down. Breath coming too fast. Knees threatening to buckle as a buzzing filled his head.
Noah watched him, eyes wide. Gansey expected him to flicker away, but he stayed where he was, hand still covering the hornet.
Shuddering at the feeling of something on his skin, Gansey took a steadying breath. He could do this. He could deal with this. Then he looked at the desk again and realized he couldn't. Not quite. Instead, his gaze traveled to Ronan's door. He might hear Gansey. "Ronan!" His voice didn't crack too much. He wasn't falling apart. Yet.
He tried to think of something civilized to say. Something that wouldn't betray the anxiety clawing through his thoughts, then he gave up. Ronan knew about his fears. Ronan wouldn't judge him for them. He knew that Gansey couldn't touch the thing. That he could barely stand being in the same room with one even if it was dead. "Hornet!"
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