"Why were you on the floor?" Frank leaned closer to Gerard's face, making him a little nervous.
"Why are you in my house?" Gerard snapped back, more scared than angry. Frank stood back, looking hurt and ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap, you just scared me. I was sleeping, I guess. How long have you been here?" Gerard sat up, his head spinning. Frank looked at his phone and then at Gerard's clock.
"I guess 20 minutes, at least. I mean, I have a key to your house so… I just came in because I knew you were home because I watched you walk down the street, and you didn't answer so I was worried." Gerard opened his mouth to question him, but smiled instead.
"Thanks for checking on me. Why does my head hurt so bad, though?" He asked out loud without meaning to, really.
"Well, I sort of hit your head with the door when I opened it. It may or may not have knocked you unconscious… It did…" He said the last part in almost a whisper. Gerard laughed and pushed himself up off the couch, walking into the kitchen. Frank watched him, wanting to talk more. He wanted to talk about the note and Lynz and everything. He just wanted Gerard.
"So, you and Lynz," he looked down at the floor, embarrassed to ask. Gerard turned around and leaned against the counter.
"What about us?" He asked casually, but Frank had a lot to talk about and it wouldn't be so casual soon.
"Well, in the note you said you were together because…well," Gerard cut him off.
"We had sex. It was nice." Frank looked shocked, barely able to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. Gerard looked pleased with himself.
"Really?" Frank didn't know what else to say. Gerard nodded, a huge smile on his face. Frank didn't know whether he wanted to congratulate him or not, but he felt something he'd never felt before. He sort of hoped it wasn't jealousy, because he shouldn't be jealous of that.
"Well, I guess that means you're together then. I mean, unless she was really drunk or something." Words kept pouring out of his mouth as he desperately tried not to sound jealous.
"Well, we weren't completely sober but we wouldn't have gotten that far if we were." He laughed and walked over to sit on the floor next to Frank. Inside, he was broken into millions of pieces while Gerard sat there, happy as ever. How could two people that were so close have suddenly become so far apart, even though they were literally inches away from each other. Gerard put his head on Frank's shoulder.
"My head is killing me," he groaned, "You're not allowed to open doors anywhere near my head anymore." They both laughed, Gerard's head still on Frank's shoulder. It felt like it fit perfectly, like it was meant to be put right there and that it would be there forever, like that moment would never end.
"Do you want me to go? You should rest some more." Frank got up to leave, regardless of Gerard's answer. He was too unstable to be with him right then.
"Frank?" Gerard looked up into his eyes.
"Thank you, for checking on me." Frank's heart stopped for a moment when their eyes met.
"You're welcome," he said as he turned to walk out the door.