"i'm sorry about last night." gerard mumbled when i bumped into him in the kitchen the next morning. i smiled, "don't worry about it." i sat down at the table to eat my lucky charms and watched as gerard poured himself a cup of coffee. he sat down to join me and we eat in silence, staring out the window at the early morning sun.
he got up to put his mug in the sink, and as he was leaving the room he stopped in the doorway and said, "by the way frank, you look good in just boxers."
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i arrived home from work that day to find gerard slouched on the couch. he straightened up when i walked in and mumbled "hi." i laughed and sat down beside him pushing him slightly to make room. "how are you?" i asked him. "fine." i shifted uncomfortably.
"do you want to talk about last night?" he looked away. "not yet." i nodded. "thank you though, for everything." said gerard and he placed his hand on mine. i looked up at him to see him smiling. it was the first time that i had seen him genuinely smile.
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Disenchanted | Frerard
Fanfiche turned to face me and asked, "why are you lying here with me?" i stopped to think, why was i lying on the ground with a total stranger? "i don't know, i guess i thought we both need comfort" the man grunted in response. "why are you here?" i aske...
