[A/N: This is fucking amazing, my guitarist just turned up outta nowhere. XD Say helLO to Captain Jac! Stereophonic: Toby is SO into necrophilia. And Gerard was screwed many, MANY times before he met Sweeney...just not as well. And no bad Way puns! They're forbidden unless a character starts making them! XDAnywayyys, hope you enjoysies. Much lovee, Teeny Sweeney. xxx]
Mysteriously, the door at the top of the stairs was open, and the room appeared to be empty when Gerard stepped into it. Little did he know that Sweeney was leaning casually on the wall behind the door, his ever-present razor in one hand, the other on the door, plotting.
Slam!
Gerard gasped and spun around, his heart hammering.
"Mr. Todd!" He scolded.
A smirk settled itself on the barber's lips as Gerard began to blush.
"You frightened me!" He pressed, trying to gain at least a little bit of sympathy.
Sweeney chuckled darkly, letting his arm drop from the door and walking across the room.
"I would never have guessed." He murmured.
"Oh you are just so evil." Gerard grumbled.
"Indefinitely."
"Oh…about earlier…you wouldn't kiss me all of a sudden…why not?" Gerard asked, suddenly quiet, and curious.
"I felt…awkward." The barber muttered, not liking where Gerard was taking the conversation.
Gerard frowned, confused. "Why awkward?"
Sweeney raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know Gerard. Maybe because I slept with you." He suggested sarcastically. "It wasn't something I intended to do." He added, muttering again.
"So why didn't you say no!" Gerard snapped.
There were a few moments where it looked as though the barber might reply, but he didn't, he simply carried on sharpening his razor, so Gerard took it upon himself to work the answer out of him.
"You don't know?" He offered. "Or you didn't want to say no?"
Sweeney opened his mouth and shook his head.
"It just…I don't know, it happened. I…it felt right...it was you." He stumbled uncertainly.
Gerard rolled his eyes.
"I could tell you how it felt." He mumbled under his breath. "And what was me?" He asked.
The barber sighed.
"This is embarrassing." He stated, still refusing to look at Gerard. "I mean it was you and not someone else…you're not like a bored cellmate or…I don't know but…you were...you were right."
It suddenly dawned on him that he'd let his guard down, and he visibly tensed up, making Gerard sigh exasperatedly.
"You can have feelings, you know. I'm not going to think any less of you." He pointed out.
"It's not that, it's just…with my luck…" Sweeney trailed off, before starting with something new, leaning on his elbows on the back of his chair. "When I was seven, he took my dad away from me, and ruined my home life. When I got married and had a child, he took that away from me too. I don't want to be involved with you, because if I do, I will lose you, and…"
"Wait, wait, and wait. Hold on a moment. Explain about your dad, I don't know that story." Gerard cut him off walking over and kneeling on the chair.
"Judge Turpin's surname isn't – sorry, wasn't, Turpin. His name was Robert Barker. He's my uncle. He was jealous of everything my dad managed to get that he didn't have, despite the money he'd managed to earn. My mum for a start…you see where this is going? Nothing ever happened to my mum, but I never saw my dad again." Sweeney shrugged. "Might even still be alive, but I doubt it."
Gerard gaped at him.
"Well…if it's any condolence…you don't look like you're related." He said eventually.
Sweeney gave him a mildly questioning look.
"It was a compliment." Gerard elaborated, giving him a small grin.
"Thanks." He mumbled bashfully
"Except maybe the white hair." Gerard sniggered.
The barber looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
"Be gentle with my ego Gerard, it's delicate."
Gerard actually laughed out loud, and it made him feel quite accomplished.
"I find it hard to believe that anything of you is delicate. You're out of your mind." Gerard said, still laughing.
"Of course I'm out of my mind." Sweeney frowned, before adopting a creepy tone. "It's dark and scary in there."
Gerard laughed harder at the voice alone, which made him realize why he'd suddenly developed a sense of humor. With some reluctance, he accepted that Gerard's laugh was, in a word, brilliant.
