#czarrish

if you click Gansey please vote in the poll I’m adding on reblog for how this kiss occured it’s important for data because there are really four (4) different ways it could realistically have happened.

Adam blinked. “I know.”

A long pause punctuated the stillness.

“You… you do?”

“Yeah,” Adam said, drawing a knee to his chest and propping his chin on it. “I just didn’t want to make a big deal about it in case, y’know. Uh. You didn’t know.”

Noah, sprawled across the wooden floor of this stuffy shitty apartment, looked a little more shimmery than usual. Probably the ghostly version of being about to cry. “No one ever believes me. How do you know?”

This part was more difficult to explain. Adam still struggled to hold the knowledge of Noah’s death in his head while he was looking at him.

“There were… discrepancies,” he said. “In how we were – how you were… I, uh, I figured out that the line was trying to keep me from asking questions. The way it was interacting with me, I… so I asked questions. And, uh. Things unraveled pretty fast after that.”

“Oh.” Now Noah sounded like he was going to cry, too. “No one ever believes me.”

“Yeah. I know. It’s the line. It’s not your fault.”

“I don’t...” Noah sniffed, scrubbed a hand over his unmarred cheek. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, I do.” 

Adam shrugged one shoulder, kept his voice even. Steady. No room for doubt here. 

There was humiliation in his voice when Noah answered, "We were friends."

Adam said, rather more ferocious than he’d been a moment before, "A friend wouldn’t kill you."

Noah/Adam moodboard for @czarrish

czeng hotboxing in the fisker tho