Not perfect, no, but between the exhaust of nearly being killed in the mirror room and then actual physical labor digging out the tunnel, paired with a hot meal and wine? Bodily and mentally, Gansey was exhausted. So he slept for quite some time, quietly, chest rising and falling gently as he did.
When he did wake, it was a slow process. Turning, stretching out, eyelids fluttering as his mind began to churn once more. There was no telling if it was day or night, no sign of yellow sunlight or pale moonlight to let his mind register the time.
Blinking, Gansey sat up. When he saw the Phantom sitting not far away he offered an apologetic smile.
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Not perfect, no, but between the exhaust of nearly being killed in the mirror room and then actual physical labor digging out the tunnel, paired with a hot meal and wine? Bodily and mentally, Gansey was exhausted. So he slept for quite some time, quietly, chest rising and falling gently as he did.
When he did wake, it was a slow process. Turning, stretching out, eyelids fluttering as his mind began to churn once more. There was no telling if it was day or night, no sign of yellow sunlight or pale moonlight to let his mind register the time.
Blinking, Gansey sat up. When he saw the Phantom sitting not far away he offered an apologetic smile.
"Sorry. Got a bit tired."