[ Gansey is not asleep. He had been, he’d been very deeply asleep. The gods have very helpfully cured his insomnia. Not so helpfully, they’ve been reminding him of the reason he’d become an insomniac in the first place.

He’s still lying down on the couch, his hands crossed over his chest like his heart isn’t thundering away inside it. His eyes are wide open, though mostly unseeing.

Then Adam is there. Gansey sits up, sees the blurred form of him across the room, and moves his blanketed feet to the floor so that there’s space on the couch. He also grabs his glasses, and blinks the dream away.

He should’ve known Adam would come. He feels no kind of fear at seeing him; instead, there’s only guilt, at the knowledge that he’d dragged him into that terrible thing. Adam was never supposed to see this side of Gansey. None of them were. ]

Hi. Christ, that was real, wasn’t it?

[ ’You were really there’, he means. ]

I’m so sorry, Adam.