Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Weighted

"So... you mentioned something about conditions?" Gerard asked quietly. He'd been following behind Vic for quite a while now as the two made their way through seemingly endless hallways. They'd had to stop a few times so Vic could fill out papers, show his ID, and twice for Gerard to be searched to make sure he wasn't smuggling anything out of solitary, but they'd finally returned to the bleached-white walls and speckled floors that Gerard had come to know the past few weeks.

"Conditions...? What?" Vic glanced at him quizzically over his shoulder. "What do you— oh! Oh yeah! Right okay, so there's one that's worse than the others. You want it best to worst or quick like a bandaid?"

Why's he letting me choose? Just tell me dude I have to abide by them all anyway or they'll lock me up again...

"Like a bandaid I guess? Worst first."

Vic nodded and slowed as they neared another key-card door, stepping to the side and turning to face Gerard. "Okay, so you can't have anything sharp or dangerous unless you're under strict supervision."

Nothing new there...

"...that means you can't have your art supplies unless you're directly with one of us." Vic paused and sucked in his lower lip waiting for a reaction.

Am... I supposed to be mad about that? I kinda figured they'd take everything away from me, I mean, they literally put me in solitary I assumed this was the end.
Plus my fucking hand's busted I can't draw anyway.

"That sucks?" Gerard offered hesitantly, "I mean, I broke my hand, I can't draw anyway for a while and it's a fitting punishment."

Vic let out a sigh of relief as his classic grin returned, "I told them you'd understand! The rest of the rules aren't as bad, that was the big one. Now—"

'Told them'? Who is 'them'?
Ugh fucking great. Thanks for confirming everyone thinks I'm unstable and gonna fly off the handle at any given moment...

"—until you're deemed "safe" again. Any questions?"

Oh shit I missed that whole thing...

"What?" The word seemed to fall out of his mouth, hanging between the two awkwardly.

Vic closed his eyes and sighed. It wasn't an annoyed sort of noise, more of a 'what am I going to do with you' kind of sound. He shook his head with a slight smile and began repeating himself. "You got the first one right?"
Gerard nodded.
"Okay, the rest aren't as bad. You can't be in a room alone, whether it's yours, or Frank's, or the dayroom, whatever. That means you have to be escorted to and from the bathroom again too, but it's just until you're deemed safe again."

"I can't.... And they.... That's not fair!" Gerard exclaimed. He could feel his breathing quickening and he knew he was shaking his head 'no', but he also knew it wouldn't change anything.

Vic shrugged and moved towards the door's card-reader, "Sorry man, but there's repercussions for these kinda things. We're just trying to keep you safe."

He looked genuinely sorry to be delivering the news, and Gerard tried his best to remain calm.

The friendly female voice floated in from his left, "He's just doing his job. You know it's only to keep you safe, would you trust you with sharp objects after this?"

I guess that's a fair point... but needing to take somebody to the bathroom with me again? Come on! That's unfair!

"You did punch a mirror..." the friendly voice countered.
"Don't forget the relapse!"
"And the shouting..."
"And the fact you're a total failure and can't be trusted." The rest of the chorus began chiming in unhelpfully.