"Oh, sunshine," Gansey murmurs, and turns his hand over to cradle Iggy's like it's a baby bird. His palm is warm like summer as he squeezes Iggy's hand in return.

While he explains, Gansey listens to like a scholar committing everything to memory. "You can talk about it. I want to hear about it. You. Both of those." The promise of something more is a gong between his ribs. Exspiravit vox! Cabeswater rustles approvingly in Gansey's left ear.

He chuckles, warm as his hands. "That's practically an engraved invitation to talk your ear off. I'd be a fool to turn it down."