Fall out boy imagines and preferences- round three

Patrick- Hey Stranger

Soul punk era.
Patrick sat at the bar, nursing a Luke warm beer bottle that he had scraped the label off. The sinking feeling hadn't stopped and he was still in a bit of shock that this is where he'd ended up in life.
A sad man in his thirties, recently divorced In a band on hiatus. He hated it.
Unbeknownst to him, you were sat at the very same bar, also nursing a beer, also depressed about the way your life was heading. But it seemed like there was hope when you saw the pair of eyes you hadn't seen in about 20 years.
Patrick felt a small tap on his shoulder and turned his head slightly, only to be met with you, smiling widely at him. "Hey stranger." You grinned and found yourself immediately being embraced.
"I haven't seen you since we were 18!" He exclaimed happily, squeezing you a little tighter.
You pulled back and looked him up and down, taking note of the bow tie. "You look so different from when I knew you at school! And your hair." You reached up to play with it, smiling at him afterwards.
"You've changed so much as well! No more braces I see." He chuckled and grabbed your chin, shaking it a little before letting go. "Come on, have a drink with me." He led you to a table and sat next to you, ordering two more beers shortly after.

Hours past and you and Patrick were pretty much caught up on each other's lives. He was divorced but trying to make it as a solo artist and you had never been that lucky in love but had a good paying job and great apartment. You both needed somebody, or that's the way it looked to you.
"Can I ask you a question?" He didn't meet your eye and turned a light shade of pink. You nodded and waited for him to continue. "If I had asked you out back then, what would you have said?" You giggled and looked on your lap.
"Come on trick. I think everyone in the school knew that answer." You grinned. His smile dropped and he shrugged.
"Thought as much." He grumbled. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
"What? What do you think I mean?" He looked up at you again as if it was obvious.
"That you'd have said no. Why what did you mean?" You put your hand on his arm and moved closer.
"I would've said yes. The whole school knew about my huge crush on you. Well, all except you." He smiled and grabbed your hand that was recently on his arm.
"Really?" You nodded. "Man. What if I actually had? Maybe we wouldn't have ended up like this." He stared at you intently and waited for your response.
"You mean we would've been high school sweethearts, gotten married..."
"Had three kids and bought a big house." He inched closer towards you.
"Gotten a dog or two, go on dates every month while one of our friends watched the kids." Patrick found his other hand sweeping hair out of your face and cupping your jaw.
"We could've had a life together." He sadly added, regret evident in his eyes. You felt your heart drop as you raised your free hand to rest on his shoulder.
"We still could." It was barely above a whisper, but he heard it. And he also felt your lips on his shortly after. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love it.
He pulled away quickly though and shook his head. "You don't want to be with someone like me, (Y/N). I've wrecked one relationship, I couldn't stand to do that again. Plus, I'd never be home. You deserve someone better than that." You laughed and shook your head.
"I'm willing to take my chances, Trick."
Patrick took a few seconds before nodding and grinning at you. "Me too." His smile was infectious but it didn't stop you from joining your lips once again.