Gerard is once again ignoring his subordinates. He has Frank's small figure in his arms. Though he looks upset, he still has the aura about him-one that says he would still shoot anyone who confronted him. Frank was limp in his arms. Gerard didn't want to dwell too much on how vulnerable he looked, but a small part of his mind couldn't help but wonder what Frank had been feeling before slipping into unconsciousness. That was Gerard's weaker side, the one that had been forced into a small corner in the back of his mind by the more malicious and sadistic part of him. That was the side that had allowed him to excel in the mafia.
However, the only thing on Gerard's mind at the time was getting Frank back to his room, cleaning him up and waiting for him to come back. He wasn't dead, he was probably forced into sleep. Sleep was the mind's way of dealing with things, Gerard knew that. But he did his best not to sleep. Nothing good ever came of it. So he drank coffee and kept busy enough that sleep only came if he had gone roughly two weeks without it. He never slept for long when he did, though. But when he did, he wouldn't speak for two days sometimes.
Gerard just needed Frank awake now, or soon. Within the next two hours would be great, really. Gerard just needed him back on his feet before their deal later that night. Or Gerard would most likely die. But that wasn't the only reason Gerard wanted Frank back awake. He realized he missed the way Frank's eyes were, how they would flit around and how they were such an amazing color of green and brown and gold, catching in the light and shining with hope. Gerard also somewhat loved that Frank knew the rules but just didn't seem to be able to follow them, and not because he didn't want to-he just couldn't.
As Gerard stripped Frank of his slightly bloody jeans and boxers, he did his best not to look as he washed the drying blood off of Frank's back. It was hard, though. Gerard was only human-and definitely gay. That was a well-known fact throughout the entire society of the crime scene. He was one of the most powerful men in the fight against justice and everyone knew that bribing him with women wouldn't work and no one was prepared to offer their men-so they couldn't give him anything... So they were never able to negotiate. Gerard was solid-his price was the only one you got. If you denied, you died. If you accepted... Odds were you would still die.
As he pulls a pair of boxers and jeans onto Frank, he can't help but notice a few bruises and how scarred his knees were. As he pulled a loose Iron Maiden shirt over his head, he noticed how Frank's nose seemed the slightest bit off-kilter. Like it had been broken a great many times and hadn't ever been able to properly heal before breaking. Gerard couldn't help but wonder how Frank had managed to get into so many fights-as it was obvious that was what had happened-without being able to say anything to piss anyone off. But then, he was mute, and people were bound to hate him just for being different.
Gerard was sure that Frank wasn't like this out of selection, the scars on his neck told him something had happened. Something that had ruined what Gerard was sure was once one of the best voices to hear. Gerard just sighs, realizing that listening to his softer side will probably become a bigger habit. He had Frank now, and he couldn't deny-he wanted Frank.
But there was no way that Frank would ever want the person that most likely ruined his life. Gerard knew this, and he accepted it. Frank would hate his guts til the day he died and would never know that Gerard wanted him so badly that even then, looking at Frank's unconscious face, he was desperate to know Frank better. He wanted to know Frank inside and out and help him realize that if he left-even now, after roughly five hours-Gerard wouldn't be able to function without him. Gerard had heard something once... That's right.
The Greeks or Romans had a story-Humans once had four arms, four legs and two faces, but Zeus-fearing their strength-split them into two and condemned them to walk the Earth alone, searching for their other half.
Gerard was almost completely sure that Frank had been the part of him that was taken away. He could feel it in his gut that Frank would hate him, but that wouldn't stop him. Even if Frank flat out wrote to him that he hated his guts, Gerard wouldn't care, because really... People had hated him before and he had dealt with it the wrong way-he killed... No. Gerard wouldn't go there. They had hated him and he hadn't responded right. He was going to try to get Frank to like him. He would give himself a month. If Frank still hated him, he would let him go. Albeit, he would hurt and most likely Frank would be killed within the day for being seen at a deal of Gerard's, but he was willing to risk his own men to ensure that Frank lived. He would even give his own life.
Gerard lays Frank down on the bed and pulls the covers up to his chin before throwing on his own pajama bottoms and a grey shirt and climbing in next to Frank-but he didn't get under the sheet, he would let Frank have a layer between them for now- and throwing an arm around his waist. Gerard knew that he had the habit to fall asleep in one position and he wouldn't move until he woke up. So Gerard chuckled. He was going to die for Frank, most likely. He knew that. He cared for Frank after five hours, for Goodness sake's. A month would only make him lovestruck and a teenage in love for Frank. He lightly kissed Frank's cheek before closing his eyes and allowing himself to sleep finally after two weeks, hopefully to dream of Frank.
