[ Gansey lifts his shoulders. He is relatively capable of ignoring the habits of local churchgoers; he lets them go about their business while he goes about his own, honestly. It's never been much of a draw to him. ]

All right, well. Don't say I never offer. It feels weird to be drinking without you.

[ Ronan is so much better at it. He probably wouldn't wince when he tastes it, for example, and Gansey certainly does. He sets the glass back down, pacing himself. ]

On the other hand, perhaps you're wise. It's not wonderful.