!Gerard Way

Who: Frank and Gerard
Where: Chicago
When: Backdated to early January

Frank's apartment - if it can be called that, barely larger than 10 x 12, with a bathroom, a hotplate, a microwave and a beer fridge - is on the third floor of a shitty walkup on what feels like the windiest corner of Chicago. And he's all but hugging Gerard on the way up, trying to warm him, share what he's got, knowing that his apartment's going to be that much worse. "We're almost there, okay? And then you can have a hot shower and stay in the fuckin' bathroom so you're warm and I can bring your stuff up." Once the door's open, Frank clunks down the object in his other hand - the space heater - and plugs it in, setting it to 'high'. "I'm sorry it's so cold."

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Who: Frank and Gerard
Where: New Jersey
When: Backdated to the end of December

Frank's place is so much closer to the Barnes & Noble that Gerard has just started going there instead of taking the bus. Frank works from home and Ray's almost always out, so it's nice to just spend time alone with him, before either Mikey comes by to pick him up or Ray comes home so Frank can use the car to take him home. It's been a pretty regular thing for the last few weeks - almost a month, and Jesus, when did that happen? - and he has a copy of Frank's key, so when he opens the front door it's to an empty apartment. Except... Not.

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Who: Frank and Gerard
Where: New Jersey
When: Backdated to early December

When all else fails, Frank wears sunglasses, since maybe that'll help him, well, not turn things to stone. It hasn't been too bad - other than Mama, poor thing, and he's still sucking up to that fat spud - but he doesn't understand how. Or why. The irony of his Medusa shirt's lost on him when he pulls it on - it smells clean, and that's a good start, with the clothes littered in two piles on his floor for laundry - and over that, a hoodie, his hat, a jacket. And it's off to Barnes and Noble to see if there's any real precedent for what he is in reality, instead of myth. I'd rather not get my head cut off, thanks very much.

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