"Idiot," Laurent groused. It was sharp enough to be a slap, but there was an undercurrent beneath the brittleness, that made it sound fond.

Likewise tired, feeling dizzy with exhaustion from the past two days of emotional trials, Laurent let go, stepping from Gansey's arms. He went to pick up the mask, though he didn't bother putting it on.

"Come on," he said, heading down a tunnel that led back home. After a minute of walking, he decided that Gansey was too far away, and reached back a hand to him, wanting to link their fingers.