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It took another hour before Frank woke up. Gerard could hear that the man was aware of the cold room by the whimpers and groans which escaped his lips.
The lips which recently had caressed Gerard's.

"Morning," Gerard muttered. Frank's head snapped to the side as he watched the tall man who stood with his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark blue jeans.
Gerard was, other than the jeans, also wearing a t-shirt and a hoodie.

With that amount of fabric, the chilliness wasn't a problem. For Frank, who was practically naked, it was a bigger issue.

Frank had goose pimples all over his body and shook like an aspen leaf.

"I'm freezing," the pierced and tattooed man managed to say. It came out sounding very shaky because of the chattering of his teeth.

Gerard raised his eyebrows. What was he supposed to do about it? Lit a fire in the middle of the living room? No way.

Sure, Gerard wanted to please Frank, but he wasn't a magician. He couldn't just magically turn the heat on in the apartment or pull blankets out of his ass.

"Frank, you'll survive," Gerard said coolly. One bad thing which came out of the situation with Frank's frozen state was that Gerard couldn't kiss him.
Frank's mouth didn't look like it had any control of itself as Gerard could hear the sound of Frank's teeth clattering against each other. His lips were also blue and his face was more pale than usual.

Frank groaned. "Please, can you at least cover me with that coat of yours?"

Gerard knew that Frank meant his knee-long coat which he always wore outside. He hesitated.

The coat was the most valuable thing he owned. It was made of angora wool and was soft and smooth like the cheek of a newborn baby.
He couldn't really trust Frank with it. What if his wound bled through the pink table cloth wrapped around it? Cleaning blood stains isn't an easy task.

"Please?" Frank pleaded and formed his now blue lips into a pout. His eyes were irresistible and Gerard could feel his insides melting away.

"Fine! I'll get it!" Gerard growled and threw his hands up in defeat. The puppy eyes had won, again.

Gerard stomped to the hallway and grabbed the coat, then stomped back to Frank again. "Here," he muttered and placed the coat like a blanket over Frank's tiny shaking carcass.
The coat worked as a cover for Frank. Since Frank was much shorter than Gerard, he was covered from his neck to his toes.

"Thanks," Frank whispered. He already looked like he was feeling better.

Gerard shook his head and placed himself on his knees next to Frank's head. He then lowered himself down and placed a tender kiss on Frank's cheek.
The wounded man didn't object. He wasn't in a position to do so.

Gerard got up to his feet again and took a step over Frank's now covered body. He stopped right before the window and looked outside.

Fires burning. A red sky. Small sparks falling like rain over the streets. People running around. Smashing windows. Hugging. Crying.

It was chaos. Total chaos. Gerard would only have to spend one month and nineteen days more living in it.

But Frank and Gerard were safe in the apartment. Their safe haven.

Gerard didn't know for how long he had been standing, looking out the window, before Frank snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Gerard?" he asked slowly.

"Yeah?"

"I have to use the bathroom."
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