Imagine Blue dragging the boys to a flea market and she and Noah disappear and Adam is trying not to make it obvious he knows his way around and Gansey and Ronan have found a table of lamps.

Gansey says “Do you think we should get one for Monmouth? It gets dark sometimes.”

and Ronan says “No.”

“But they’re nice! Aren’t they nice?”

“I don’t like lamps,” Ronan says, thinking of Blue and her dress and everything he hasn’t said out loud yet.

“Well that seems silly,” Gansey says, frowning. “What did lamps ever do to you?”

“Nothing. Lamps DO nothing for me.”

“Lamps give us light Ronan.”

“I’m gay.”

“Well that’s not the lamp’s fault.”