What We Do is Secret [XOXO]

"Why'd you ask me to come here, Frank?" Gerard asked pulling on his worn out Metallica t-shirt to try and mask the weight gain, painfully aware that the sunlight shone directly on his otherwise gray appearance. The man who sat opposite him's mouth pulled to the side and Gerard knew Frank could practically smell his insecurities.

"To lay it all out." Frank said sipping on his steaming cup of black coffee. He'd seen Gerard at rock-bottom before, but this was different. This didn't come from a rock 'n roll lifestyle or living on the fast lane. There were no awards or sold out shows to justify the level at which he had fallen now. But Frank still managed to beam at the man who used to be and probably still was... everything.

"What if I don't wanna?" Gerard squinted as his mouth twitched at the sharp reality that Frank's eyes still made him feel like he was the only thing in the world worth looking at. "What if I can't?"

Frank's cheeks rose in a smile looking down at his coffee. Gerard watched him suck on his lip before looking back up at him with that school-boy-cheeky face that always managed to tear Gerard's world apart. "Then you wouldn't have come all the way out here."