Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Guilt Tripping

Gerard followed the large nurse who he'd come to refer to as Frank's back from the visiting area in silence. Barely paying attention as the man sorted through the bag of clothes his brother had brought him.

That didn't go at all as planned.

"Nice job freak." His invisible companions piped up, ever ready to critique him.

I shouldn't have done that in front of Mikey... Fuck.

"Did you see his face? He's terrified of you now!"

"As he should be."

God I'm slipping being in here.

"You gonna be good?" Frank's nurse asked him in a gruff tone that implied it wasn't up for discussion. He'd finished checking the clothing and was busy with the key-card reader for the next door.

Gerard nodded, realized the man walking ahead of him couldn't see that, and hurriedly mumbled, "Y-yeah. Sorry... I just... I didn't know he was coming and we're kind of fighting I guess..."

"Doesn't excuse it. You know better."

He felt his face flush with anger, quickly replaced by shame.
Screw that guy. But he's right... I do know better. What the hell is wrong with me?

"You're acting like your father." Came a whisper over his shoulder.

NO. No. I am nothing like him. I just... got carried away is all...

"..scared Mikey..."
"...scared Ray..."
"—like you were gonna hit him or something."

Biting his lip, he skirted past the large man as he held the door open.

"Have a better rest of your day." The gruff voice of the nurse echoed through the vacant hall as the door clicked shut behind him.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and made his way down the hall.

"Twenty-one... twenty-one..." he whispered under his breathe, searching the numbered doors for the one that contained Frank.
They'd been playing cards in the dayroom when he'd been called for a visit and Frank had assured him he'd be in his room when he finished.

"Aha!" He celebrated his counting skills a little louder than he meant to, earning suspicious looks from the people milling about in the hall.
Immediately embarrassed of himself again he shuffled quickly through Frank's open door, making a beeline for the plastic chair Vic had allowed them to steal from the dayroom. The duo had struck a deal with him that if anybody told them they couldn't have it they had to put it back, and they were sworn to secrecy over who told them they could take it in the first place.

He sunk down onto it with a deep sigh, lolling his head back to stare up at the ceiling. Frank, who had been tossing and catching a baseball-sized wad of paper towels while laying on his bed, turned to face him with a maniacal grin.

"Aha?" Between the shit-eating grin and the sparkle in his eye, it was clear Frank was enjoying teasing him about his volume slip-up.

He groaned again, "So you heard that hunh?"

Frank chuckled, tossing the paper ball at him. "People in fucking France heard that."

Gerard wasn't looking, and the wad of paper thumped off his chest with more force than he'd expected, landing in his lap.
Sitting up properly he lifted the ball gingerly with two fingers, holding it away from himself. "Frankie,.. why is this wet?"

"Hah, don't be a freak dude, it's water. It was too light to catch, it kept falling apart."

...don't be a freak...