Trapped in your heart-shaped box

Frank puts the guitar case upstairs in the guest room and took a look around before running down the stairs.

"hey mind if I take a shower?" frank asked smiling

"go ahead' gerard said, preparing some sort of drink for himself

"there should be clothes in the closet of your room"

"okay thanks" frank said going back up the stairs

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time lapse for an hour or so later cause I'm a lazy fuck~~~~~~

Frank walked back downstairs after and nice and well-needed shower and change of clothes.
after looking for a second Frank spotted Gerard laying on the couch with his arm over his eyes and an empty glass on the table. frank clears his throat trying to get his attention only earning a drawn out groan from the man.

"are you okay." frank asked looking over the couch to him.

"I fucking HATE my job, it used to be fun now everyone is a fucking idiot" he groans slurring his words slightly.

Frank now coming to the realization that Gerard can't hold his booze and has gotten drunk within the time He had a shower sits down next to Gerard.

"I'm sure it will be fine, you can make it through it" Frank said soothingly

"No I won't, everyone I work with hates me, I'm an ass and I know it." he said sounding defeated

"no they don't, and you can change if you really put your mind to it, you aren't that bad, I mean look at how nice you've been to me" Frank said running up and down his arm

"that's only because I think you're hot." he said looking down

Frank's face heats up as he tries to find something to say to the man as he goes through his mental breakdown.

"well, you can still be nicer to them, I believe in you." he said smiling sadly

"I think I love you Frank." he said

"Okay, let's get you to bed." Frank said standing up, ready to end the conversation

"You don't like me do you?" he said looking hurt

"no that's not it, I just don't know you well." he said trying to make him feel better

"you hate me don't you?" he said in a questioning tone

"I don't hate you, stop worrying, you're drunk" frank said slightly annoyed

"help me, Frankie?"

"what?"

"help me change, Frankie." he said again, some sort of disparity in his voice

"okay." Frank said smiling

"now let's get you to bed." Frank said standing up and lifting Gerard up

"c'mon now." Frank said pushing him upstairs

Gerard hesitantly got into the bed and under the covers with as much help as tiny little Frank could help.

Frank sighed looking down to Gerard laying in the bed in his boxers from the day

"wait" Gerard cried from the bed before frank could leave

"what" he whines thinking only of the bedtime story 'Go The Fuck to Sleep'

"stay in here with me Frankie." he said as more of a demand than a request

"Fine" Frank says going back over to the bed and climbing in as soon as he does Gerard puts an arm around franks waist, pulling frank closer.

Notes

I'm happy with this chapter