Frerard is Real

Later that night, Patrick ran through the same doors he had thrown the Frerard file in the trash. His chest was falling and rising with speed as he dumped the trash can, dumping out the used tissues, old papers, and finally, the file.
He scooped up the file onto his desk. He took in a deep breath before opening the file, looking over the reports. They need me. Patrick thought. He hesitated but placed the file into his shoulder bag before taking out his car keys. He brushed his hair back before walking out the exit door.

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Gerard's head laid on Frank's chest. Frank held onto Gerard's hand as Gerard's body fell into a restless sleep. Frank's lips touched Gerard's forehead softly. He slowly moved his lips down to Gerard's lips before planting a kiss. Frank used his free hand to softly brush through Gerard's messy red hair. He softly tightened his grip onto Gerard's left hand-his eyes laid on the golden ring on Gerard's finger.
Frank sighed softly.
A soft vibration was randomly set off. Frank looked over to the small desk to find Gerard's phone screen lighting and softly shaking. Frank carefully stretched his arm out and grabbed the phone.
It was Patrick.
Frank slid the touch screen to answer, "Hello?" He whispered, looking over to Gerard.
"Gerard?"
"No, Frank."
"Is Gerard there?"
"He's asleep."
"Well...okay, I guess I'll start with you. I'm coming over."
Frank sat up without realizing he'd awokened Gerard, "What? Why?"
"I want to do a private session."
Frank sighed as Gerard stretched out his arms with a yawn. Frank looked over to Gerard who weakly smiled. Frank didn't smile back, instead he answered to Patrick, "Fine."
Even if Frank and Patrick weren't in the same room, Frank can hear the smile in Patrick's voice, "Alrighty. Can't wait."
Frank hung up.
Gerard's voice was raspy from a late afternoon nap, "Is everything okay?" Gerard rested his head onto Frank's lap, his eyes locked into his partner's. Frank nodded, "Patrick is coming. He wants to do a private session...you know, it'd be a great time to talk to him about Lindsey."
Gerard's eyes left Frank's, "I don't know...don't you think it's a personal problem? One that I should decide on my own?"
Frank replied, "But he could help."
Gerard tucked in his lips for the longest moment. He sighed as he sat up, "I think it's my problem. I'm fine with taking care of this on my own."
Befre Frank could reply, a loud doorbell toon rang through the house, catching Frerard's attention.
The Stump was here.

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