[ It's an unfortunate fact that Gansey is used to navigating crowds of fans by now. It's another unfortunate fact that he is very used to the silent plea of help from other imports, and used to stepping in where he's needed. That look is what gets his attention first, and then he looks twice in disbelief when he realizes he knows this boy.
Christ, that's Henry Cheng. When had he gotten here?!
No, questions later. Gansey weaves his way through the crowd towards him. ]
You must stop referring to yourself in the third person, Mr Cheng.
[ He says, while settling a warm hand on the other boy's shoulder. This very movement displaces some of Henry's suitors, and the rest are dispatched when the quality of Gansey's voice changes. It turns deeper and more resonant, filling with intent. ]
Give us some space.
[ And just like that, they do. Gansey steers them out while the crowd falls back, and he gives Henry a self-deprecating smile. ]
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Christ, that's Henry Cheng. When had he gotten here?!
No, questions later. Gansey weaves his way through the crowd towards him. ]
You must stop referring to yourself in the third person, Mr Cheng.
[ He says, while settling a warm hand on the other boy's shoulder. This very movement displaces some of Henry's suitors, and the rest are dispatched when the quality of Gansey's voice changes. It turns deeper and more resonant, filling with intent. ]
Give us some space.
[ And just like that, they do. Gansey steers them out while the crowd falls back, and he gives Henry a self-deprecating smile. ]
They don't always take no for an answer. Better?