[Ronan gives a vague one-shouldered shrug at the question, leaning his back against the now-closed door.]
Not when you came in.
[There's a pause before Ronan makes a move to flop over on his bed, where he'd obviously been before Gansey had knocked on his door, bored and restless. At least this is better than nothing.]
Wasps or your beloved friends kicking the bucket? [It's crass and blunt, but what else does Gansey expect?]
[he gives ronan a little fond eyeroll. when ronan flops on the bed gansey takes up some free space at the end, fitting his legs over and across ronan's.]
What if it was both, huh? [a small pause.] Crass, Ronan. It wasn't, though. Just the bucket kicking part.
[he shrugs, not elaborating. they all probably have them, at this point. instead, he leans back against the wall and exhales, his shoulders relaxing as though there's some ronan-esque property that inspires such an odd reaction to someone generally wound tight as a watch spring.]
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[he sounds almost cheerful about it, because hell, can he ever sleep? ]
Hellacious nightmares. And I thought you might not hate the company.
[translation: he wanted the company.]
Have you been sleeping?
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Not when you came in.
[There's a pause before Ronan makes a move to flop over on his bed, where he'd obviously been before Gansey had knocked on his door, bored and restless. At least this is better than nothing.]
Wasps or your beloved friends kicking the bucket? [It's crass and blunt, but what else does Gansey expect?]
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[he gives ronan a little fond eyeroll. when ronan flops on the bed gansey takes up some free space at the end, fitting his legs over and across ronan's.]
What if it was both, huh? [a small pause.] Crass, Ronan. It wasn't, though. Just the bucket kicking part.
[he shrugs, not elaborating. they all probably have them, at this point. instead, he leans back against the wall and exhales, his shoulders relaxing as though there's some ronan-esque property that inspires such an odd reaction to someone generally wound tight as a watch spring.]