Audrey

When Noah wasn't bringing home the guy of Ronan's dreams for sex, he was a damn good roommate.

2. "You'll like Matthew," Adam said, leaning over to knock knuckles with Gansey, "He's the only Lynch who learned to smile."

3. "As if Ronan is capable of focusing on bodies that sit—dull, adjacent, perfunctory, god, his eyes were stale, all the opposing colour contrast—across bar side, when he knows there’s an insistent, persistent, capricious voice on the other end."

4. "It’s the stumble, words over themselves. Adam’s always been painstakingly polite, the month they’ve all known him. Polite enough Gansey is soothed, polite enough Ronan grants the amnesty of indifference, polite enough Noah will pause, stare, watch strands and fluff of hair fall delicate over brows. Sunlight streams, catches all gossamer thread."

5. "Adam, you're a drug dealer."

"Technically Kavinsky is." Adam repeated, "Also it's weed. Stop making it sound nefarious. It's not like I'm giving cocaine to children."

"You're justifying drug dealing."

"Once again, not the one drug dealing." Unscrewed a plastic bottle, caught spare bits of condensation with a thumb.

"You're pimping out the drug dealer."