Action Cat

"Gerard, you can tell me," Frank eased. "I won't say anything, I won't judge you."

Gerard sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "S-s-some t-things are m-meant t-t-t-to be k-kept a secret-t."

Frank accepted that. "Okay. But you look like shit right now, and your eyes are watery," he said, examining Gerard's streaming tears. "Hey, we can go to my house and watch some movies and talk and stuff."

"D-do y-you g-got any c-cigars?" Gerard questioned.

"My dad has cancer sticks," Frank offered politely. "Not the heavy stuff like cigars, no."

"C-close e-e-enough," Gerard replied, hopping off his bed. "L-let's g-go."

Notes

short chapter :/