There's something reassuring about that deep breath. It reminds Blue of watching Jurassic Park when she was -- she doesn't know how old. Formatively little. Watching Grant lie on a sick Triceratops and tear up in wonder. (She'd always wanted to be Ellie Satler, instead, but that was irrelevant.)
She thinks, absurdly, that Copper wouldn't curl up with her if she was truly terrible.
"This thing," she says levelly, looking up at Adam. "with Gansey. Or about Gansey." With seems more solid than what it actually is. "How much of an asshole does it make me?"
Because that seems like fishing, she adds, distantly, "You can say a lot."
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Date: 2018-01-23 09:41 pm (UTC)She thinks, absurdly, that Copper wouldn't curl up with her if she was truly terrible.
"This thing," she says levelly, looking up at Adam. "with Gansey. Or about Gansey." With seems more solid than what it actually is. "How much of an asshole does it make me?"
Because that seems like fishing, she adds, distantly, "You can say a lot."