Ciaran lay still, listening to the story as he pulled the blanket higher up his body, adjusting the cellphone to make sure it was close enough. As Lydia spoke, his eyelids started to become heavy, his body settling as sleep began to wash over him. He was so comfortable, he could smell Reed's apartment from his shirt, and the story was once he was enjoying.
Slowly, he allowed his eyes to close, and he was asleep almost immediately.