Patrick's tuning his guitar. Again. Mikey pokes at his phone (it no longer works) and glances over at Patrick.
"You think it'll still work, after?"
Patrick's fingers halt on the strings, then starts back up again. "I don't know anything," he says. "Pete did, but--"
Mikey closes his eyes at that. Yeah, Pete knew things and Pete knew how to kiss Mikey so he wouldn't be scared anymore, and Mikey knew about Ashlee but Ashlee knew about him; everyone knew things and now they're both gone and Mikey's not sure who he misses more.
Patrick strums at his guitar, an angry sharp chord, and Mikey opens his eyes back up.
"We don't know they're dead," he says, voice level but full of edges, and Mikey nods. Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.
"Sing me something," he says, and Patrick half-smiles, sighs a little.
"Okay," he says, and hums for a second before starting. "It's a little cliche," he says, but Mikey shakes his head, because it doesn't matter.
And then Patrick sings about the west wind and remembering, and Mikey leans back against the wall and stops listening to the outside, finally, stops counting down the minutes.
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Date: 2010-04-15 10:04 pm (UTC)"You think it'll still work, after?"
Patrick's fingers halt on the strings, then starts back up again. "I don't know anything," he says. "Pete did, but--"
Mikey closes his eyes at that. Yeah, Pete knew things and Pete knew how to kiss Mikey so he wouldn't be scared anymore, and Mikey knew about Ashlee but Ashlee knew about him; everyone knew things and now they're both gone and Mikey's not sure who he misses more.
Patrick strums at his guitar, an angry sharp chord, and Mikey opens his eyes back up.
"We don't know they're dead," he says, voice level but full of edges, and Mikey nods. Mikey sucks at hope, but Patrick's not bad.
"Sing me something," he says, and Patrick half-smiles, sighs a little.
"Okay," he says, and hums for a second before starting. "It's a little cliche," he says, but Mikey shakes his head, because it doesn't matter.
And then Patrick sings about the west wind and remembering, and Mikey leans back against the wall and stops listening to the outside, finally, stops counting down the minutes.
Maybe, maybe.