Gansey barely realized that an hour had passed. He'd spent so many hours of the night staring into space, unable to sleep, that an hour felt like ten minutes. Jumping when the phantom's voice suddenly cut into his daydreams, he blinked, looking up and then over at where the food was sitting.
Perking up at the mention of a bath, Gansey pushed himself out of his corner and moved the tray as he'd been told, not wanting to make the Ghost angry over his food being left untouched. He didn't eat anything, still, but moved it over to the desk.
"I'd like that," he said, still uncomfortable from the way his sweat had cooled over his skin. He felt disgusting.
"Do you have a name?" he asked, wondering if the phantom would be more inclined toward talking now that some time had passed. "A real name. Not just Opera Ghost."
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Perking up at the mention of a bath, Gansey pushed himself out of his corner and moved the tray as he'd been told, not wanting to make the Ghost angry over his food being left untouched. He didn't eat anything, still, but moved it over to the desk.
"I'd like that," he said, still uncomfortable from the way his sweat had cooled over his skin. He felt disgusting.
"Do you have a name?" he asked, wondering if the phantom would be more inclined toward talking now that some time had passed. "A real name. Not just Opera Ghost."