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When Frank had grilled the poor fish into a black piece of coal, the boys started walking back towards the apartment. Frank hadn't been the best chef considering the fish's condition. It was not eatable.
They had chucked the fish into the fire and watched the remnants turn to ashes.

Frank shrugged. "At least I gave it an honest try." Wind blew in from his side, causing his big and baggy T-shirt to flap.

Gerard had a hard time letting go of the wasted money in the form of the wasted fish. "Too bad you sucked," he said to receive a soft push from Frank.

Frank was recovering from the damage, which had been made on his leg, well. It seemed like he limped less for each hour that passed.
He had a fighter's soul. That was probably why he managed to both stay alive and be sane. At least relatively sane for a person who had been through the stuff Frank had.

When they got inside the apartment it was too early for them to go asleep. They still had a couple of hours to kill before the night would fall and none of them felt tired, really.
"What do you want to do?" Frank choked with watery eyes. He was trying to hold back a sneeze.

"Don't do that!" Gerard snapped, "let it out. It's going to kill your braincells if you keep it in."
Frank rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

"Don't worry about it, mum," he said to mock Gerard and his way of often being overprotective. Gerard shook his head, took off his coat and shoes and walked over to the mattress where he plopped down into a sitting position.
Frank followed him and copied Gerard's move, sitting cross-legged an inch away from the taller man.

"How did we get here?" Gerard sighed and buried his face into the palms of his hands. He was referring to the world. The fucked up world.
Frank read off the question in another way.

"Well, I got stabbed. You saved me. You were a creep. I liked that. And here we are," Frank said, every sentence short and full of life. Full of memories from their time together.

Gerard removed the hands blocking his face and looked at Frank to see those smart hazels looking back. He couldn't control the words rolling off his tongue at the speed of light.
"I think I'm in love with you, Frank."

Frank didn't move. Didn't breathe.
Gerard got up to his feet, stumbling as he reached for the wall to get support.

"Do you know what love is?" Frank asked quietly after a brief moment of silence. Gerard nodded and felt how his eyes were tearing up. This wasn't how he was supposed to say it.
He hadn't even had time to process his feelings yet.

"Yes," Gerard breathed. Holding on to the wall for dear life. His knees were buckling.
I'm so weak, he thought.

"Tell me what you think it is then?" Frank asked. The smaller man managed to sound completely calm. Not a trace of anything could be seen on his expressionless face.
It couldn't be a good sign.

"Love to me is the feeling of being with you," Gerard started, stuttering as he hit a couple of words, "when we are together I want it to last forever. Even when we're quiet it's perfect."

Now all Gerard could do was to wait for what Frank had to say. The future of their friendship laid in his hands.

"Come down here and kiss me," Frank said. Gerard let out a sigh of utter relief.

It wasn't over yet.
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