"You haven't heard the music my minions are spreading so lovingly across Driftcrest. You might prefer the night terrors." Ronan teased, drinking more coffee and admiring the blanket of snow covering The Barns. "I'm in a good mood so maybe holiday-related. Snowdrift?"

This was nice. Something out of an old dream he once had back when sunshine warmed his face and they both laughed like there was no tomorrow. Or one of their all night video chats when he had hair and Gansey once laughed so hard his face turned a glorious shade of red. He rubbed his thumb over Gansey's fingers, brought them up to his lips.

"I missed you last night. Maybe tonight...light the fireplace...make some cocoa...watch something a little less scary than Christmas specials together."