Laurent winced at the touch, shuddering and tensing defensively at it. Gansey was so warm, despite the waves of terror flooding through Laurent's body. Being held was unbelievably difficult, because he hadn't been touched with kindness since he'd been a child.

The smell of Gansey, even a day unwashed and after everything they'd been through, was irresistible. He was so solid, so broad and strong and safe. Laurent's fingers tangled into the front of Gansey's shirt, relaxing halfway into the embrace as he let Gansey hold him.