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[disentombs]

"You've reached Gansey. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

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[whatsina_name]

[It gets him a sharp look up from the coffee Phillip's drinking, followed by a sigh. Why is this such a common thing, this is now how it's supposed to work... It's kind of starting to make him tired more than anything.]

How did it happen for you?

[disentombs]

[It's kind of amusing that Phillip's reaction is more exasperation than anything else. Gansey gets up to pour himself more coffee before he goes into the story.]

I was ten years old. My parents are politicians and were holding a fundraiser in our backyard. I wandered off out back. Stepped on a hornet's nest. I'm deathly allergic, I found out. I felt my heart stop.

[He's told this story a few times so there's no pausing, no emotional attachment to it.]

I heard a voice while I lay there dying.

"You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not."

And the next thing I know, it's like nothing happened. My heart is beating and I'm alive.

[whatsina_name]

[Ah.

Phillip's quiet for a moment, absently tapping a finger against his lip as he processes both the statement the emotions that go with it. That... yeah. If someone was going to be revived, that sounds like it's roughly how it should work. It's... a running theme, in what he is an isn't ok with, he thinks. Balance. That if someone was to not die when they should have, then something else had to counter that force within the rest of the universe.

At the very least, it's clear that the answer settles him in some way, going back to sip at his coffee after a few moments.] That... sounds more like how it should work, in my world. I think? Or at least it feels more right.

[disentombs]

One for one exchange?

[he has a wry quirk of his lips at that.]

Does it bother you, knowing that I've died?

[He takes a seat back at the table with Phillip.]

[whatsina_name]

Not exactly.

[but Phillip isn't really sure how to articulate it so he leaves it there.

He leans back a little in the chair, mulling over the question for a moment. It's a fair one, considering the conversation.] ...No. It doesn't.

[The revival itself does, a little, but that almost seems to be entirely separate from Gansey. If he handled it differently, it might also trouble him. But he's not going to have a hard time being around the other boy or anything.]

[disentombs]

[he won't mention anything about how he came to befriend the person that ended up dying on the let line that day. Not yet.]

Tell me why this person in particular seems to have you so incensed, [he asks bringing the focus back to Phillip.]

[whatsina_name]

Well his introduction to me was to push someone I was talking to out of the way so he could try and hit on me.

[And while Phillip appreciates other people being forward, that was just rude.]

He just... had this air of entitlement about him. Like whatever he did was justified, like as long as he did it it was fine because clearly he deserved it. He said as much, said he was owed his life back.

[disentombs]

[Well that sounds unpleasant.]

You don't have to interact with him anymore, do you? Who was this individual?

[Gansey would rather know who this is. He sounds potentially interesting.]

[whatsina_name]

His name's Lucio. Avoid him, if you can. Apparently he's got a habit of making the life of everyone around him miserable.

[disentombs]

On purpose or by virtue of his character?

[whatsina_name]

I'm genuinely not sure. I think the second one, from what I've heard.