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Dec. 6th, 2020
He shouldn't be doing this. Ronan knew him too well and it was too easy for his best friend to figure out his secrets. It was luck or a miracle he'd kept things from Ronan for so long. Maybe if he hadn't had to leave, it would have eventually spilled out, potentially ugly and viscous, ruining the one friendship that made Gansey feel like a normal life could coexist with his life as Ghost.
But he was tired, the type of soul deep tired that wouldn't go away with sleep. Talking to Ronan might help ease that ache, remind him that there was more to the world than violence and darkness.
Sighing, he could already hear Bruce's lecture if he found out what Gansey was doing. Imagining Evie's reaction didn't help either, but he still sent Ronan a message, asking if he was awake.
He probably was. Ronan's sleep patterns were as crazy as Gansey's.
Sitting back in his chair, he absentmindedly rubbed his aching ribs. At least none of the bruises were obvious tonight. He should be able to hide his night life from Ronan for a few minutes during a vid chat session.
But he was tired, the type of soul deep tired that wouldn't go away with sleep. Talking to Ronan might help ease that ache, remind him that there was more to the world than violence and darkness.
Sighing, he could already hear Bruce's lecture if he found out what Gansey was doing. Imagining Evie's reaction didn't help either, but he still sent Ronan a message, asking if he was awake.
He probably was. Ronan's sleep patterns were as crazy as Gansey's.
Sitting back in his chair, he absentmindedly rubbed his aching ribs. At least none of the bruises were obvious tonight. He should be able to hide his night life from Ronan for a few minutes during a vid chat session.
