The Phantom sat down on one of the couches so Gansey followed suit, lowering himself down onto the seat and making himself comfortable. So he was going to stay—for now, anyway.

It made Gansey smile.

Which switched to surprise rather quickly, because Gansey hadn't been planning on talking about himself. He had only been trying to show that he understood. Blinking, he blushed and glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, that... I didn't mean I wanted to complain. I'm sorry." It was the first time he'd admitted his feelings before. "It's just... ah. I'm sorry. I'm not used to talking about it. I guess you could say that I'm very much a black sheep, even if I'm good at pretending otherwise."