Even how to answer that seems like a mystery. See you soon Blue finally types back, and sits there fro just a moment, getting up and pacing around her room. Maybe this isn't the time, a small voice tells her. Maybe it's too soon to be talking about anything. We're both coping with a lot.

It's true, and it's also sort of irrelevant, and neither of those things, regardless of those truths, make her stomach feel any better or less like she's about to cry. She rolls her shoulders as if stretching is going to help the things swirling around in her mind.

And then she goes to the kitchen and makes some tea, because it's a thing she knows how to do. Around the time the water boils, she hears the familiar sounds of Ellie's truck, and instinctively she wants to smile, and it sucks. We could not talk, her brain suggests. We could just take a drive and let all this go.

It occurs to her that maybe they've been not talking about Gansey, at least, for months. So she waits, instead.