For the ask word prompt "books" :)
All is quiet when they return to Monmouth Manufacturing. No signs of life materializes before them but for a single light shining off Gansey’s work desk in the corner.
A small “oh” forms around the curve of Blue’s mouth as they spot Gansey, fast asleep amongst his journals, papers, and books. He’s slumped forward, head framed by his arms. His glasses have snuck up crooked into his thicket of not-so-perfectly-coiffed-anymore hair and his left hand has come dangerously close to absently knocking over a mug of presumably cold tea.
Blue approaches the desk cautiously. “Gansey,” she calls in a quiet sing-song, afraid to jolt him out of his slumber completely. This is the first he’s slept in days, Ronan and Noah can attest. She runs a hand tentatively up and down between his shoulder blades, the soft cotton of his sweater rucking up ever so slightly under her delicate palm. “Gansey,” she coaxes again, up against his ear.
With the help of the boys, she gently maneuvers him out of the chair and onto his bed. He blinks blearily back at them as they hover in a loose circle around his reclining form. A half-drunk smile forms across his lips and he greets them all with a lazy swat of a hand before tumbling back into the arms of sleep.
Blue is the first to clamber up onto the mattress, curling up against Gansey on one side. Noah doesn’t hesitate, joining them on Gansey’s other side. Ronan and Adam exchange a glance. With a if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em shrug, Ronan convinces Noah to budge over. Adam splays out at Gansey’s feet, still close enough in proximity to reach for Ronan’s hand when his arm stretches out in silent request. Blue and Noah’s arms already cross one over the other across Gansey’s shoulders.
And for the first time all week, every single one of them sleep through the night, together, in a heap on Gansey’s bed.
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