Sleep was a rarity for him. Between college, work, his other job... Being away from Gotham made easier for some things, mostly the ones related to masks and beating up criminals, but that didn't make it less rare. He still had insomnia. Still dreamed of hornets and his sister's screams. He still woke up, heart in his throat, skin burning as he fought back tears and grief.

Or he had until things had changed with Ronan.

Nights spent racing and laughing, sharing stories and kisses, had tamed the nightmares. For the first time in his life, he slept soundly. No dreams of his family. No need to find some outlet for the restless energy that had plagued him for years. He slept, content and warm, curled up against his boyfriend.

Part of him was still wired to be aware of his surroundings, but any movement was labeled as Ronan. Even being watched didn't ping the instincts connected to Ghost. It was simply Ronan. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to force him into consciousness.

Instead movement earned a grumpy, sleepy sound as Gansey burrowed into the covers and the warmth of Ronan. He slurred out something that might have been a protest at the mere hint of waking. Until he felt warm, soft pressure against his lips. Even mostly asleep, he responded to the kiss. Breath catching between them, hands searching, odd flickers of memory sliding through his dreams as he slowly drifted toward consciousness.