Mm. I can check on it every few days, see how it's doing.

[it's not coddling, gansey reasons, if max really can't see the thing that well himself except in the mirror.

now that he's done cleaning it, the reality of what it means is slowly expanding in his mind. for all that they were dirty and infected, those wounds weren't fresh. even if max healed fast, he'd had them for some time, which meant he'd been captured and imprisoned, kept for his blood, for...well. gansey didn't know. any amount of time was too long, in truth. he doesn't ask, because after their conversation on time, he doubts max knows. If he were max, he wouldn't want to know.

it explains a lot, though. what does one's name matter when a band of psychotics treat you like a walking blood bank? why would he trust anyone?

why does he trust gansey? this changes the light on everything.]

Doing something like this would require some kind of psychosis, yes.