[The sensation of arrival, the strange weightless feeling that twists his stomach reminded him of his fall in the cave, of the edges of one of his panic attacks. Then he's submerged, surrounded by water and that's familiar enough for instinct to take over. Gansey's always loved the water, adored how it lets his mind drift and his thoughts still. He stays under for a few moments, until everything in side him settles, then kicks toward the surface, gasping for breath and searching for his friends.
They aren't there. That pained, twisted feeling in his stomach returns as he heads for shore. The robot is politely thanked, but he ignores the suggestions to go the spa, walking the beach heedless of wet clothes until he's certain that the others aren' there.
Eventually, he listens to the robot's urging and he goes to the spa, accepting the towel with more grace than most people would have expected. He smiles and keeps up the Richard Gansey III facade as he searches for his friends. Finally he gives up on more mundane methods, closing his eyes and trying to find anyone from home. Something tugs him in a particular direction, toward a certain room, and he smiles when he sees Ronan.
He moves quietly, not wanting to disturb him until he's close enough to slide his fingers over the curl of talons along Ronan's lower back.]
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They aren't there. That pained, twisted feeling in his stomach returns as he heads for shore. The robot is politely thanked, but he ignores the suggestions to go the spa, walking the beach heedless of wet clothes until he's certain that the others aren' there.
Eventually, he listens to the robot's urging and he goes to the spa, accepting the towel with more grace than most people would have expected. He smiles and keeps up the Richard Gansey III facade as he searches for his friends. Finally he gives up on more mundane methods, closing his eyes and trying to find anyone from home. Something tugs him in a particular direction, toward a certain room, and he smiles when he sees Ronan.
He moves quietly, not wanting to disturb him until he's close enough to slide his fingers over the curl of talons along Ronan's lower back.]
Thank God you're here too.