"Gee?" That's definitely Mikey and not the vampire he was dreaming about.
Gerard yawns. He'd just gone to sleep, too, fuck. Waking up feels like his bones are made of quicksand, which is actually kind of a cool feeling.
For a second, he considers pretending to not have heard Mikey, but--
"Whatcha want, Mikeyway?" He can't keep the exhaustion out of his voice (college finals suck a hell of a lot more than high school ones did).
"Nothing, sorry, you were asleep." Mikey sounds--Mikey sounds sad, and that's not fucking on.
"No, shut up." Gerard struggles into a seated position and flails out an arm at Mikey, who apparently takes that as the come-here signal it's meant to be and shuffles over from the doorway. When he's within reach, Gerard pulls him down on the bed by his t-shirt. "Tell me what's up."
"It's stupid."
"I'll bet you it's not."
Mikey shakes his head. "It's totally fucking stupid."
"It's totally not; you're sad, it's not stupid." Gerard wonders briefly whether he was this much of a pain as a teenager, but then he remembers that he definitely called home in tears from being out of coffee last week. Fine.
Mikey's tracing the pattern of the bedspread with his right hand. "I just--" he starts, then stops.
"You just what?"
"I just, it's like, it's weird in school, without you. And I dreamed you hadn't come home--anyway, I told you it was dumb."
"No it's not, Mikey, I miss you too. All the fucking time. But I'm totally here now, see?" Gerard pokes Mikey, getting a half-smile out of him. "Come on, stay here tonight. I didn't tell you about my final project yet."
Mikey nods, wiping at his face quickly and squirming in under the covers. "Was it more pictures of what's-her-name? Because I don't wanna hear about that."
Gerard pulls the blanket up over both of them. "Deanna, and no, it wasn't. I drew a fucking comic, Mikey, it was awesome."
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Gerard yawns. He'd just gone to sleep, too, fuck. Waking up feels like his bones are made of quicksand, which is actually kind of a cool feeling.
For a second, he considers pretending to not have heard Mikey, but--
"Whatcha want, Mikeyway?" He can't keep the exhaustion out of his voice (college finals suck a hell of a lot more than high school ones did).
"Nothing, sorry, you were asleep." Mikey sounds--Mikey sounds sad, and that's not fucking on.
"No, shut up." Gerard struggles into a seated position and flails out an arm at Mikey, who apparently takes that as the come-here signal it's meant to be and shuffles over from the doorway. When he's within reach, Gerard pulls him down on the bed by his t-shirt. "Tell me what's up."
"It's stupid."
"I'll bet you it's not."
Mikey shakes his head. "It's totally fucking stupid."
"It's totally not; you're sad, it's not stupid." Gerard wonders briefly whether he was this much of a pain as a teenager, but then he remembers that he definitely called home in tears from being out of coffee last week. Fine.
Mikey's tracing the pattern of the bedspread with his right hand. "I just--" he starts, then stops.
"You just what?"
"I just, it's like, it's weird in school, without you. And I dreamed you hadn't come home--anyway, I told you it was dumb."
"No it's not, Mikey, I miss you too. All the fucking time. But I'm totally here now, see?" Gerard pokes Mikey, getting a half-smile out of him. "Come on, stay here tonight. I didn't tell you about my final project yet."
Mikey nods, wiping at his face quickly and squirming in under the covers. "Was it more pictures of what's-her-name? Because I don't wanna hear about that."
Gerard pulls the blanket up over both of them. "Deanna, and no, it wasn't. I drew a fucking comic, Mikey, it was awesome."