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[casperdisaster]

"If you're gonna leave a message you gotta leave some
info too, don't just say 'call me back' because I'll think
it means someone died! You can also leave a message with me
if you're trying to get ahold of Ronan!"

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Mon 6/15

[mintly]

are you ok? there are different people in my train car this morning, but i didn't move.

also, i don't think chainsaw has a future as a stylist.

[attached is a selfie of 2/3 of gansey's head and chainsaw on his shoulder. she's groomed his hair into an utter disaster on top and is continuing her art on the side of the shoulder she's sitting on. gansey looks lovingly exasperated, and chainsaw seems quite pleased with herself.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah doesn't respond right away - he got on the train last after some argument with Ronan on that, being in the farthest car back, and promptly passed out almost as soon as he got in. As if his hangover the previous morning hadn't been bad enough.]

be nice, she couldn't exactly practice on ronan

I'm still in the same car but I think there are new people in mine too.

[mintly]

[some argument is, in fact, exactly why gansey has chainsaw. ronan's beloved bird was the only reason he didn't go after the rest of them to make sure they got on safely.]

maybe she'll improve between now and the next stop.

this just gets weirder and weirder.

you okay though?

[casperdisaster]

[Well, Chainsaw is much smaller than all of them, her lungs are much tinier so she'd need to be out of that gas as soon as possible.

Also it was how they needed to keep Gansey safely in his car. Noah thinks it was very clever on Ronan's part.]

yes. are you?

[mintly]

[gansey also gives ronan points for very clever manipulation, but he's not in love with the part where it seems they've decided he's made of glass. it has not yet occurred to him that the other three depend on his continued safety for their continued sanity, just that he's being babied.]

yeah. once chainsaw stopped freaking out enough that i could unwrap her i guess i slept off whatever that gas was.

but i don't like this. how did people get moved? what the hell happened back there? couldn't they have just asked us to get back on the train? not like there was anywhere else to go.

[casperdisaster]

[It's okay if Noah doesn't have to spell it out for him, he'll get to find that one out soon enough.]

I don't think it was them. That is, the them that are running the train.

Sunday 6/21

[unknowable]

[or sometime around then, after they've buried gansey]

Noah?

[casperdisaster]

Are you and Ronan ok?

[Okay in this case meaning 'not sick' rather than 'emotionally stable' since everyone knows that is not a possibility.]

[unknowable]

Yeah. Neither of us got sick. Are you ok?

1/2

[casperdisaster]

Not sick. Showered as soon as I got back and junked the clothes I was wearing just to be safe.

[It was a generic set of pants and shirt from the first cache, no real loss except now that's one less outfit in an already limited selection.]

2/2

[casperdisaster]

[Next text, right after the first]

I'm sorry for leaving. I thought I would make it worse.

[unknowable]

It's all right. You shouldn't let Ronan get to you. He doesn't know how to express himself except through anger.

[casperdisaster]

I know. He gets angry so he doesn't have to be sad. He was still right, though.

text

[greywaren]

[A few minutes after this]

hey dumbass

I don't hate you.

text

[casperdisaster]

It would be ok if you did

text

[greywaren]

not gonna happen.

text

[casperdisaster]

I could try being a ghost again.

text

[greywaren]

that would be a pretty fucking stupid waste of your second spin at the wheel

text

[casperdisaster]

Maybe. Are we still friends?

the night after awkward sandwich

[mintly]

[gansey can't sleep. he can't even seem to begin to try, which is the worst sort of not sleeping. the room is unfamiliar, the silence is unfamiliar, and he can't seem to get the feeling of noah's thumb off the side of his mouth.

the hell with everything.

he pads silently down the hall to where noah's door stands partway open. it's for that strange, ugly cat that noah fell completely in love with, gansey knows (noah is nearly as bad as he is when it comes to adopting hopeless things), but it still looks a hell of a lot like an invitation to him.

the line of noah's shoulders is familiar in the dim, and it loosens something in gansey's chest even as it tightens something in his stomach. he carefully lifts the covers and slips into bed behind noah, fitting their bodies together and pressing his face into the fine hair on the base of noah's neck with a soft sound.]

[casperdisaster]

[While the door is indeed open mainly for Shotgun, it isn't not for Gansey either. The ugly abomination of a cat is curled up in the little nest of blankets she's made in the crescent made by Noah's bent knees, head resting on the blankets over his ankles. She only gives minor protest when Gansey climbs in as well, he completes her nest of blankets nicely, so after a bit of standing, turning around a bit, she curls right back up how she was with a loud purr that peters off as she falls asleep.

Noah had only been drifting in and out. He actually sleeps better with the cat, it helps him to not be completely alone even if she's just a sloth-cat and not a person. Gansey's entrance into the bed rouses him, though gently so. Noah blinks sleepily as Gansey slides his arm over Noah's waist, presses against his back. He'd worry that one of these days it's going to be someone else and he'll just assume it's Gansey, except he doesn't think he knows anyone else inclined to do this kind of thing.

Noah gives a little sigh of his own then asks, voice quiet and thick with sleep-] Can't sleep?

[mintly]

Nope.

[gansey's voice is soft but there's no sleep in it at all as he nuzzles the back of noah's neck. his chest is bare and warm against the skin not covered by noah's tanktop, the thin cotton of his pajama pants cooler by contrast against his bare calves.]

Can't stop thinking.

[noah's thumb on his mouth, gansey catching it instead of letting it go, sucking on the pad of his finger. the taste of the back of noah's neck, the way the base of his spine fits perfectly against gansey's stomach when they're curled up like this.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah appreciates the solidity of Gansey's chest, he'd like to turn and appreciate it better but Shotgun is so comfortable and sleepy against the bend of his knee he can't move her. Noah's still more asleep than awake as Gansey nuzzles against the back of his neck, a pleased sound escaping his throat at the action even as it's slightly ticklish.

He draws a sharp breath as he rather abruptly wakes up, Gansey's thoughts touching his at the edge. Who wouldn't wake up at that? Noah considers briefly pretending to fall back asleep but he's pretty sure he's well and fucked by the gasp a moment before.

He wants Gansey to keep thinking about it. He wants Gansey to stop. The walls are too thin and there is too much on the line for him to allow himself anything he wants.]

... O-oh?

[mintly]

Sorry.

[gansey knows that sometimes his thoughts leak when they're touching like this, so he is but he's not, exactly. he wants noah so badly, and it's so clear in his thoughts that it's noah, noah's pale skin and delicate shoulders and bright smile, the scrape on his knee from skateboarding, the curve of his cheekbones in the sun, the tangle of their fingers over the wash of the sea, the sudden dig of his shoulderblades back into gansey's chest as he gasps. his lips press to the join of noah's shoulder, warm and dry.]

It's hard to stop thinking.

[casperdisaster]

[Noah knows he needs to change the subject, to get Gansey to sleep, to do something to get Gansey's thoughts away from where they are. Who wouldn't be affected by that, though? It's just been so long and... Gansey, of all people, magnificent and untouchable who keeps thinking about touching Noah who is still having a hard time believing is for a reason other than Noah is there and uncomplicated and not one of Gansey's surrogate brothers.

Noah can't take advantage of it, any more than he already has. Kissing is one thing. Nothing wrong with kissing. Noah doesn't even particularly associate it as something romantic, it's fun and you can do it with people you just met at parties, after all.

God, it's been years.]

... Nothing's wrong with... with just thinking.