His eyes were narrowed in that way people do when they’re trying hard to appear casual, but it was obvious this story was anything but casual to him.
They were just such small hurts, you know?
A small part of Gansey suspected what hearing his own namereally meant. He knew it, probably, by the time his friends came to his car’s rescue an hour later. He knew it, probably, when the psychics at 300 Fox Way read a tarot card for him. He knew it, probably, when he retold the entire story to Roger Malory in person.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b><b>Sangwoo:Bumi, do you love me?<p/><b>Yoonbum:*under his breath* I certainly love not being killed<p/><b>Sangwoo:*reaching for knife* what was that<p/><b>Yoonbum:I💞said👬of💘course😙I👉👌love😍you💖💝💖💝<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>