Gerard insisted that I came with him to his first therapy appointment, despite the fact that Mikey was already going.
"But I need both of my boys with me." He pouted. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm already in the car, aren't I? It's not like I'm gonna leave." I sighed. He let his hand rest softly against my thigh.
"Thank you. It means a lot." He smiled nervously.
"They'll probably let you take Frank in with you, you know, 'cause it's your first time, just to ease the nerves." Mikey said.
"How would I even ask? Hey, can my clearly underage boyfriend come sit with me?"
"Um, not in so many words, but yes? Bear in mind that it's legal as long as they don't know he's your student." Mikey sighed. I held Gerard's hand where it rested on my thigh.
"Yeah, I'll come sit with you if you want." I smiled. He pursed his lips.
"I do want you to, but I'm sort of worried that you won't like what you hear." He admitted sheepishly. I rolled my eyes.
"It's nothing I don't already know, right? And even if it is, I won't get mad. I want you to get better, okay? So just tell me how to make that happen." I said, squeezing his hand. He groaned and leaned back against his seat.
"We're almost there." He murmured, more to himself than to Mikey and I.
"Seriously, dude, don't be worried. They'll just talk to you about your goals and stuff, and what you want to achieve and whatever." Mikey said soothingly. Gerard snickered.
"I'd like to achieve not wanting to kill myself." He laughed humorlessly. I chewed my lip, and he squeezed my hand, sensing my distress.
"I'm joking, sweetheart. I could never leave you." He replied smoothly.
"I hope not. I'd be too lonely without you to bug me." I teased.
"I'll remind you, yet again, that I'm still here." Mikey called. I chuckled.
"You're right. Hey, Frankie, climb over and suck him off for me real quick?" Gerard laughed, watching Mikey blush.
"Shut up. Asshole." He mumbled. I bit my lip to hide my laughter, and Gerard turned, grinning, and winked at me.
"I'm joking, Mikes." He smiled.
"Well, you never know with you." Mikey grumbled. Gerard chuckled as he pulled into one of the many empty spaces outside of the building. It was fairly small, with the whole wall made completely out of windows so we could see the receptionist inside. Gerard took a deep breath.
"God, I don't wanna be here." He sighed. I kissed him on the cheek.
"Yes you do. It'll be fine, okay? Just imagine how nice it'll be to not be so sad all the time."
"I'm not sad all the time." He purred, his hand sliding between my legs. I sighed and pulled away from him.
"You're not going to seduce me into letting you leave." I snapped as I slid out of the car. He groaned and followed me, stopping to open the door for Mikey.
"Really, Gee, it's nowhere near that bad. I was dubious too, but they're just trying to help." He said, squeezing his brother's arm. Gerard sighed.
"I know. I guess I just...I don't really want to admit that it's gotten this bad. Like, up until now, I always thought I had some sort of control over it." He murmured.
"It's fine." Mikey reassured him one last time as we walked into the warm reception area.
The receptionist, a thin, brunette woman, was on the phone when we got there, so we waited for a while, Gerard biting the skin around his thumb nervously.
