"Stupid." Mikey mutters under his breath. "I've been looking for something not completely brain rotting for hours now, why is everything so celebrated so idiotic?" He asks mildly pointed towards his older brother, residing in their childhood home's kitchen.
"Been wondering that for a while now, Mikes." Gerard answered tiredly. "You want something to eat-"No." Mikey interrupts. "Or drink..I'm just worried about you.." Plopping himself down onto the couch, laying his head on his brothers' shoulder.
"What are you talking about Gee? I'm perfectly healthy. Why don't you just fuck off already, Jesus Christ."
Gerard gets up to make some coffee, black, just how he knows Mikey likes it, but not before draping a blanket over him , and kissing his cheek.
As soon as his brother can't see him, Mikey buries his face into a soft throw pillow to calm his *mad blush, creeping up, just like his feelings.
Swallowing both back down he continues to flip through the Television channels, until he finds something interesting.