[ A few minutes later, she'll hear footsteps padding softly outside her door. Gansey's heart is pulsing wildly. He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't.
But she's here. They're sharing an apartment. He's texting her from a few feet away.
Before he can talk himself out of it, he taps one finger gently against her door. He takes his mouth right to the edge, his voice barely above a whisper. ]
[ There's a long moment while Blue debates what to do next. She heard the footsteps and had gotten up to go to the door. Was it Gansey? Adam getting up in the middle of the night? Noah?
It was Gansey. She hadn't realized how much she had been hoping for that until she heard his voice.
[ She hears his body slide against the wood. The soft thud as his head rests against her door.
Slowly, she climbs down to the floor. First she kneels in front of the door. Then she sits, leans against, curls against. She touches the door as she stares at her hand.
What are they doing. ]
no. [ She answers too softly. Then again. ]
No. You should stay. I don't get to hear your voice when we text. [ Dangerous. ]
Gansey listens while she talks. He hears her touching the door, and then sliding down it. And then suddenly her voice is below him, and he knows she's leaning close. He knows that she's right there, and if he sits -
If he sits.
Gansey leans his side against the door, and slowly sinks until he hits the ground. He pulls his knees up, leans his head back, and relaxes.
He imagines that her head is right there, beside his. They should not be doing this. ]
I like hearing your voice.
[ Jesus Christ. ]
It's foolish, I know, but I was hoping you would call me again. Like at home. To talk about nothing, even though we're in the same place now.
[ She's leaned against the wall, fingers tracing patterns in the carpet as she speaks. She doesn't look up, even though he's not in the room. She avoids eyes with nothing, just to make it feel less dangerous. ]
Lately it's been the same someone. [ She tells him. ] This boy. And we just talk. About nothing.
[ Gansey nods, even though there’s no one to nod to. His bedroom door is yawning open ahead of him. Beside it is the threat of Adam’s room.
Christ, what is he doing? He pushes his hand through his hair, and keeps talking. ]
Do you?
It sounds nice, talking about nothing. This boy must like the company, especially after a long day. Maybe he even waits to hear from you, when he should just be getting along with his work.
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it'd make a nice christmas present.
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Well then. I didn't know you were so interested in puppets.
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[ A few seconds later. ]
Still wakeful?
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it's hard to sleep.
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[ A few minutes later, she'll hear footsteps padding softly outside her door. Gansey's heart is pulsing wildly. He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't.
But she's here. They're sharing an apartment. He's texting her from a few feet away.
Before he can talk himself out of it, he taps one finger gently against her door. He takes his mouth right to the edge, his voice barely above a whisper. ]
Jane?
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It was Gansey. She hadn't realized how much she had been hoping for that until she heard his voice.
She hesitated at her door handle. ]
Gansey? What are you doing?
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It just seemed foolish.
Sending texts, when you're right here. When everyone's sleeping, or out, and you're right here.
[ He pauses, fingers resting on the doorframe. ]
Do you want me to go?
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Slowly, she climbs down to the floor. First she kneels in front of the door. Then she sits, leans against, curls against. She touches the door as she stares at her hand.
What are they doing. ]
no. [ She answers too softly. Then again. ]
No. You should stay. I don't get to hear your voice when we text. [ Dangerous. ]
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Gansey listens while she talks. He hears her touching the door, and then sliding down it. And then suddenly her voice is below him, and he knows she's leaning close. He knows that she's right there, and if he sits -
If he sits.
Gansey leans his side against the door, and slowly sinks until he hits the ground. He pulls his knees up, leans his head back, and relaxes.
He imagines that her head is right there, beside his. They should not be doing this. ]
I like hearing your voice.
[ Jesus Christ. ]
It's foolish, I know, but I was hoping you would call me again. Like at home. To talk about nothing, even though we're in the same place now.
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I lost the number for Congress. New world and all... [ She said softly. ] Maybe tomorrow I'll find it again.
But I do always misdial it...
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[ He drops his head back, resting against the wood. ]
Well, it’s a whole new world. You can’t be expected to remember it exactly.
[ He lets the words lie, lets a pause spread between them. It’s long enough to draw breath. To imagine that she’s doing the same on the other side. ]
Wouldn’t be awful, if you kept trying. Someone will always answer.
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Lately it's been the same someone. [ She tells him. ] This boy. And we just talk. About nothing.
It's nice.
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Christ, what is he doing? He pushes his hand through his hair, and keeps talking. ]
Do you?
It sounds nice, talking about nothing. This boy must like the company, especially after a long day. Maybe he even waits to hear from you, when he should just be getting along with his work.