[ Gansey's brows lift. She appreciates classic cars. He hadn't expected that, and it delights him. He points at her, like she's just given the best answer in the room, and he nods in approval. ]

You don't need to convince me of that. Too much technology dissolves the warmth of a thing. I prefer a car that lets me feel the road I'm driving on.

[ This conversation makes him miss his camaro, even though the two of them haven't been apart for very long. In fairness, anything he rents here is likely to run a good deal better. It might not even break down every five minutes, but Gansey will miss the Pig.

Let's not think about that. Missing any element of home is not going to help his situation in the slightest, and he doesn't have time to waste on that. Speaking of which, she makes a good point. ]

I wouldn't expect it to look the same. Not after this, but...I rather think I should. Just to see, just to be sure. There was something I was looking for, and I don't think I could bear it if I didn't see how much had changed.

[ But the way she says that makes him wonder if the same is true for her. If she is an import, after all. So he cocks his head, watching her curiously. She's flushing, a bit, but he's absolutely oblivious as to why. ]

Have you done that? Gone home, found it upsetting?