Galahad is quiet. He thinks about Claudius tending to the claw scratches on his back, and how he liked listening to Claudius tut and explain the herbs he was using, and the way the cool salves felt on his skin; and how it also felt wrong not to have Magnus heal him with a burst of summer, the buzzing warmth under his skin -- for Magnus to tease him if the memory he saw was one of kissing. He thinks about how it felt when Alex came, and how he was afraid that Magnus wouldn't have time for him any more now that his favorite person was here. He thinks about how Lan Wangji is Magnus' adult-shaped adult.

"I think I do," he says at last.