"No," Adam said, "he really is an eldritch god. Like, actually. We spent some time together on the astral when he was... I mean, he's not shitting you. That's all I'm saying."
Gansey ran a thumb contemplatively over his lower lip, brow furrowed.
Hennessy, meanwhile, had other apparent priorities. "You two fucked while he was in questing spirit tentacle mode? Holy shit, Parrish. That's the most interesting thing I've learned about you. Was it hot?"
"And didn't even invite me," Gansey murmured, halfway between rueful and amused. "So. A god. That's certainly something. How does all of that affect weekly Mass?"
"Oh, Jesus," Ronan said. "Don't make me figure that shit out right now."
"Stop giving him all this credit, both of you. You're making it sound like he's the reason the earth revolves around the sun. Quit all the ego stroking, he preens enough as it is. 'Eldritch god' my ass." Hennessy pulled a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket, fished one out, and lit up. "He's a fucking fairy. Can we move on?"
Henry, sunning himself on the other side of the porch, lazily raised a hand. "Well, we already knew that."
"YES," Hennessy crowed, smacking a hand down on the concrete ground. "Yes. Thank you for appreciating my wordplay. This is the funniest thing that's ever happened, actually. Slurs eternal for Ronan Lynch."
"Remind me not to let you design my tombstone," Ronan said, slinging a leg over hers and leaning against her shoulder.
"Maybe that's why you decided to be gay as a human," Adam suggested. "Because it's really funny."
"That honestly does sound like something I'd do," Ronan agreed.
Gansey settled down on Ronan's non-Hennessy-occupied side. After a moment, he hugged Ronan tightly around the waist, forehead pressed to his shoulder. "I should have known," he said, laughing a little, breathless. "I should have known. You've always been..."
"An eldritch horror?"
Gansey laughed again. "No. Beautiful."
