Ronan wrinkles his nose at the idea of making it more Gansey. But he does his best to shift the mood. He thinks of sunlight filtering through the trees and sparkling on the water. He thinks of how clear the water'll be with light on it. He thinks of warm, soft spring days that are so pleasant before the oppressive heat of southwest Virginian summers. Bright. Soft. Pleasant.

Okay, kind of like Gansey when he's being very Gansey.

The world shifts around them to accommodate Ronan's will and he can't help the smile that flashes across his face when it works. He rests his chin on Adam's shoulder and tightens his arms around him.

"Better?"