all the colors on street signs

when mikey went home, he looked in the mirror and saw purple hickeys. mikey bit his lip to contain a smile. then he sniffed the air, and turned to the shower. he pulled it back only to see a tiny body curled up in the bottom of the tub. before rousing the boy, mikey took in the colors of his clothes, his hair, his skin. gerard had dyed his hair a bright red, just recently due to the red stains in the tub. mikey giggled a little, and pulled on his brother’s arm, earning a giggle. gerard turned over and opened his eyes to mikey. “mikey! where were you last night, i got sad.” gerard pouts, sitting up. “i was with someone. your hair looks really nice by the way.” mikey bites back a giant grin as gerard’s brain processes the information. “oh, mikey!” gerard gets up and wraps his arms around his little brother and cried a little onto his shirt. mikey squeezed gerard, ignoring the stench of the dye, and focusing on his brother in the mirror. “you know you said you’d get clean after i found the one. it’s time gerard.” gerard’s breath hitches, and mikey knows this will be a long road. gerard sighs and nods his head, and mikey doesn’t tell him he doesn’t see everything yet.

Notes

edit: they can't see in full color until they're absolutely sure. they see in pastels.