"I'm not sure I'd even know what to do without the pressure." Sometimes Gansey isn't sure that he's not one of those undersea creatures that require the crushing weight to be anything but a blob. But he's so very grateful Iggy even said the words, and he reaches out and squeezes Iggy's shoulder. The gesture was meant to be one of those gruff, masculine things, but it fails to be anything but tenderly thankful. Iggy, he thinks, is a precious thing. "Maybe I can work on figuring that out."