"I wouldn't expect any less," Blue says with a sliver of fondness creeping into her voice.
She breaks one of her chips down the middle and looks at him sidelong. "No, it's not wrong," she says, keeping her tone purposefully casual. "I mean. You're at his party, eating his chips." Blue crunches on the chip. "I don't mind him either." It does, inexplicably, feel weird to say it, as though they're only ever supposed to have their own group. Even though Gansey was friends with him first.
Or maybe it feels weird that she more than doesn't mind.
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Date: 2016-07-11 10:45 pm (UTC)She breaks one of her chips down the middle and looks at him sidelong. "No, it's not wrong," she says, keeping her tone purposefully casual. "I mean. You're at his party, eating his chips." Blue crunches on the chip. "I don't mind him either." It does, inexplicably, feel weird to say it, as though they're only ever supposed to have their own group. Even though Gansey was friends with him first.
Or maybe it feels weird that she more than doesn't mind.