[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?
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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?