Laurent had turned to leave, but the question made him pause. His fingertips strayed along the edge of the doorframe, thinking. "I suppose so," he murmured, not looking back. "I don't know anything other than loneliness."

His jaw tightened briefly, visible beneath the edge of his mask. "Well, I suppose, loneliness and pain. What does it matter, then, if I'm lonely?"

Heart aching, because he wanted to stay, he wanted Gansey's company and attention, Laurent took another step, meaning to leave. He was safer alone, and Gansey was safer here.