Specters and Photographers

02 Breakfast

Once the morning rolled around, Patrick slipped a hand out from under the covers, feeling around for his glasses on the nightstand. When he found them, Patrick put them on and sat up.

He ran a hand through his hair, humming as he acknowledged that he, in fact, needed a shower. Patrick stood up and headed downstairs groggily to ask if Frank would mind him using the shower, and well, he had no idea where the towels were.

Of course, when he got downstairs, Patrick discovered Frank was still asleep and that Gerard had most likely broken into the place. What a surprise.

"Patrick!" The black-haired man piped up from the couch where he was happily drinking some coffee. "Hi!"

Patrick smiled gently. "Hey, Gerard. How're you doing?" He asked kindly, sitting down with him on the couch. "How's Mikey?"

With a gentle laugh, Gerard looked his friend over. "I'm doing great, surprisingly. Frank has helped me through a lot." A small smile curved his lips as he looked down at his hands. Glancing back up, he hummed. "Mikey is doing better too, no more drugs."

"I'm glad you're both doing better, it was hard knowing you two both were going through all that and that I couldn't help." He gave a sad smile, pulling the other into a careful hug.

Gerard hugged back, nodding. "It's not your fault though, besides as I said we're getting better now." He spoke carefully.

The auburn-haired man sighed. "I know, but I was still worried," Patrick admitted.

"Hey, guys- what's with the hugging?" Frank inquired, having just wandered into the living room, still looking half asleep.

"Nothing, just catching up on the hugs missed for the long ass time we never got to." Gerard let out a small laugh, glad there was an opportunity to pull them away from talking about Mikey and his depression and drug abuse.

Patrick nodded in agreement to that, pulling away from Gerard now as his brain reminded him that he did, in fact, need a shower. "Frank?"

Frank looked at Patrick after shrugging at Gerard's dismissal of his question. "Yeah?"

"Would you mind if I used your shower?" He watched the other chuckle and nod before continuing. "Also, where do you keep your towels?"

An amused smile curved the shortest man's lips. "The towels are in the linen closet next to the bathroom Pat. Gee and I will make us all some breakfast while you shower." He informed.

Gerard snorted. "And by that, you mean I'm gonna make us breakfast. Frank, you burn everything you cook. You burnt freaking Kraft Dinner! How do you even do that?!"

Amusement quickly overtook Patrick as they began to bicker. He shook his head and went out to his car to grab his suitcase, bringing it back in with him.

Walking past the living room, he saw them making out and rolled his eyes with a smile, going quickly upstairs to the bathroom, making a pit stop at the linen closet to grab a towel before stepping into the room.

He set his suitcase on the tiled floor and made sure the door was shut and locked out of instinct before he began to undress quickly, turning the shower on so it would heat up to the perfect temperature.

Glancing at himself in the mirror, Patrick sighed. Sure his self-confidence issues weren't as bad as they used to be, but he still didn't really like how he looked. He thought he was still pretty chubby.

Patrick shook his head and stepped into the shower, pulling the sliding glass door shut behind himself.

The hot water felt nice on his creamy skin, heated him up and relaxed him. He leaned his head back into the water to make sure that it was fully wet before he washed it with the little travel bottles of shampoo and conditioner he had grabbed out of his bag earlier.

It felt good to clean himself after twelve or so hours of driving and sleeping in his car. He had felt utterly disgusting until now.

He reached out and grabbed a bottle of body wash, cleaning the rest of himself before getting out.

The slight chill in the air gave Patrick more incentive to wrap the towel around himself faster than normal, but he was grateful for the towels plush feel and large size.

He opened his suitcase and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, setting everything up and quickly brushing his teeth until he was satisfied and they were silky smooth and no longer gross from plaque.

He unwrapped the towel from his waist and dried himself off fully, making sure to dry his hair thoroughly before he started to get dressed.

He pulled on all the necessary articles of clothing and then added a black cardigan for warmth and comfort, happy with the feel of the soft fabric against his skin.

Patrick brushed out his hair with his brush and then looked himself over really quickly. He thought he looked decent for the day ahead of them.

He packed all of his things back up, went to the spare room and made the bed before heading downstairs again. "Alright I'm feeling good now, refreshed even," Patrick said with a happy little sigh, sniffing the air a bit and catching the scent of breakfast.

"What's for breakfast, guys?" He inquired, walking down the hall and entering the kitchen and beaming at the sight of waffles with fruit.

Gerard offered him a smile from where he was manning the waffle irons. "Waffles with fruit, there's also bacon and eggs if you want." The man informed happily as he casually ate one of the strawberries before Frank could chop it up.

Frank nodded. "Gee is great at making food Patrick, I swear. I'm only good at cutting stuff up, apparently." He cast a look at his boyfriend.

Patrick nodded softly. "Sounds good, and yeah Frank, you cut up that fruit." He teased lightly before sitting down at the table.

"Oh! Also- Ray, Bob and Mikey agreed to help with your place today." Frank spoke up, smiling proudly at having remembered that fact.

With a nod, Patrick smiled and looked at his two friends. "Awesome! So we'll head down there in a few hours, or right after breakfast?" He asked, looking at them curiously.

Gerard hummed. "I'd say after breakfast that way we can get lots done today." He glanced at Frank and smiled at the nod he received.

Nodding, Patrick let out a hum. "Awesome, okay."