Paging Dr. Way

Ive been trying to get the answer out of gerard for weeks but to no avail. Currently I'm trying to tickle it out of him.
"Stop it frankie!" he squeals as I tickle him on his bed, him knocking the covers off with his thrashing.
"Tell me!" I yell playfully.
"You haven't even asked me anything!" he giggles.
I sigh and remove my fingers from his torso and ask him th question ive been dying to know for weeks now.
"Who's mikey and why dont you talk to him anymore."
Gerard scowls at me and gets up out of the room.
"Gerard come back!" I shout and walk out after him.
He grabs a mug and slams it down on the counter.
"Fuck." he mutters.
"Gerard talk to me." I demand.
He doesn't listen and continues to picking up the broken pieces of the mug, while I'm trying to do the same but with our relationship.
"Gerard." I grit through my teeth.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" he seethes.
I am take aback by his lash of anger. Tears fill my eyes at the memory of my father doing the same when I was younger.
"Fucking forget it." I mutter and run into his bedroom and lock the door, not giving a solitary fuck.
~Gerard's POV~
I sigh and walk over to the trashcan to throw away the broken fragments of the cup, but in reality i feel as if Ive thrown away anything Frankie and I ever had relationship wise.
I love him to pieces, its just, he pry's into wounds Ive had sealed up for a long long time. What makes it worse is that I witnessed his suicide attempt.
I pulled him from the river.
I checked him into the hospital.
I made sure that he would be my patient.
I do more than just care about the kid, I love him.
I walk over to the door and can hear muffled sobs, I sigh and knock on the door.
"Go away!" he cries.
"Frank I want to apologize." I begin, "and say I didn't mean to be such an asshole about Mikey." I cringe as my tongue speaks his name, it brings back painful memories from my childhood.
"I don't care." He mumbles.
"If you don't care then why don't you open the door." I say.
"Shut up." He laughs. I smile weakly and then try the door. It's locked.
"Frank please open up." I sigh.
"Only if you're honest with me."
"Fine."
The door clicks open and Frankie walks back to the bed. I pull him close to me and kiss his head.
"I'm sorry." I pout.
"I'm sorry for being nosy." He admits.
I ruffle his hair.
"Are you ready to explain?" He says looking up at me innocently.
"Yes." I sigh again, unprepared to re open wounds that had recently stopped bleeding. I'd do anything for frankie, anything...

Notes

Probably going to update what happened with mikey or edit it in later c:

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