He couldn't see, his eyes covered and he could hear nothing over the ragged breaths he struggled to take, wishing he couldn't feel at all, but it wasn't like that - it could never be just as easy as that, and he hated how it seemed like his fault and he hated that it was all he told him, and he hated that this was even happening at all.

It felt like a dream, but really more of a nightmare - the reality of the situation was certainly questionable nonetheless, but nothing tugged at his heartstrings and every nerve in his body as how much it hurt - that was real and he was horribly sure of that.

He wanted to cry, and he felt as if he couldn't stop himself, but nothing ever came as a result, finding his eyes dry despite the tears ready and waiting to unleash themselves at any moment, he just felt empty and devoid of anything but a certain kind of nothingness that seemed to haunt him for forever and he begged for nothing more than for this to stop, but he hadn't the energy or the care to do so anymore, perhaps he'd just about accepted the inevitability of the situation.

That would perhaps have been logical in any other situation, but nothing could be at all logical when his head was thrown into nothingness as his senses numbed and tears couldn't even choke their way out - he just wanted it to stop, he just needed it to stop, he just couldn't take it-

But, he had to - his voice didn't work, it didn't work anymore and for a reason unknown to him he found himself in a position where he simply couldn't make a sound, leaving him there, motionless and used, praying for it to be over soon. But God never took pity on people such as him - his mother had told him that a thousand times by now, but never had he thought it to be as true as it really turned out to be.

Maybe this was the punishment he always deserved and maybe this was what was coming for him, and even as it slowed and he regained a little of sense, he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps this had always been his fault, after all.

And he still couldn't cry, even as it felt as if it would never end and even as he almost passed out, and even as he swore he was dying right there, choking on the cruelty of the world around him - he thought it would never end at all.

But it did.

Thank everything it did, but damn everything as to how it did, because it ended in his loss and triumph of him, and he felt like he couldn't breathe all over again.

Because it all ended as he screamed out his name-

-

"Gerard!" Lindsey's voice raised above the nervous rambling of the twenty five year old, haven taken over her kitchen and biscuit tin with his tears and worries choked out at a tone inaudible.

They'd been like this for forty minutes now - Gee a quivering, shaking, sobbing mess, using up all her tissues as he tried his best not to draw to attention to the fact that he was physically rocking back and forth against the wall, not showing any signs of care when his head hit the wall with a wince worthy thud.

By now, from the fact that Lindsey had spent all of this time trying to talk to him, hug him, comfort him, give him chocolate and put on a corny zombie movie, in any attempt to bring him back into any form of a rational state, but all of her attempts were left ignored, and in Gee's eyes, pointless.

And since stubborn was practically Lindsey Ballato's middle name, giving up was simply not on her agenda, even after forty minutes of ignored comforts and hugs he'd moved away from, she had to take the fact simply, that she just wasn't going to get through to him, not like this, and clearly whatever had brought him here in a state such as this, was clearly something to be reckoned with, and if it be a someone, it would be a someone Lindsey would ensure never made it out of this alive.

She was stubborn, not stupid.

And she certainly proved the last part, with the fact that she knew if she couldn't get through to him, there was a very good chance she knew someone that could.

And that was how Lindsey found herself texting Jamia in school hours, mentioning only words such as 'important', 'emergency', 'Frank', and 'Gee', ignoring what they discussed last night regarding the fact that Jamia should really be focusing on school more and skipping less.

Gee just changed things, and this appeared to apply to everyone who knew him, because despite what the sobbing man rocking himself back and forth into insanity on her countertop, told himself, he was important, and very fucking much so.

"Gerard, please..." Lindsey let out of a sigh of frustration, of course not for Gee, but for whatever, however had reduced him to this and the broken leg they were going to get for this - a reminder of the fact that they dare not think they could hurt Gee Way without consequence.

"I know by now you're not going to respond, but I hope you can hear me, I think you can, and I just want to say, it's going to be alright... look I promise, I promise you, whoever did something to you, whatever they did, they deserve a lovely broken limb in my opinion, and trust me, Gee, that's something I can arrange." Lindsey did what she thought would comfort her friend, but her words had an effect that was everything that she didn't expect.

For once, Gee looked up in the first acknowledgement of her presence in the past three quarters of an hour now.

"Don't do anything, Lindsey... please... I- I'm overreacting, this is nothing... I'll just f-fuck... things up if... if this c-continues." And the second being Gee's response, his words barely audible and distinguishable from one another, coming out more as one big quiet sob stuck in the back of his throat and tumbling out of their own accord.

"Gee, don't, don't say that, just... you don't even have to explain right now, just, you're beyond upset, so don't even try to tell me that you're okay, though. You can explain in your own time, and you can stay here as long as you want, okay?" Lindsey went to give him a hug, pressing the crying twenty five year old against her, but he shook his head, moving away once more, leaving Lindsey not disappointed, but upset, not for herself, but for Gee, and whatever the hell had happened.

She swore if it was his fucking family again then she was going to kill them in their sleep or something, because if there were a dictionary definition of 'family of unaccepting, abusive, dickcunts' it would the Ways. Who the hell kicks their son out of their house and their lives just because of who he's attracted to?

"I... just... I need to be alone... can you just let me be pathetic and cry for a bit...? I- I..." Gee shook his head as he spoke, almost embarrassed to be in a position such as this, certain that he was bringing nothing but inconvenience to Lindsey, who'd been kind enough to let him inside in such a state with minimal questioning. She didn't deserve to have to deal with him like this.

"Gee, honestly, I know you're not going to agree with me, but look at yourself, the last thing you need right now is to be left alone, look even your head knows that, because you came here, you came to see me for a reason." And Lindsey was right, and Gee knew she was right, but still too distraught and perhaps just a little too stubborn to consider admitting it, perhaps mainly for outcome of it.

"I came here to get away from where I was, because I couldn't be there, and I needed to run, and I can't go back, but I have to, and I fucking have to, and-and... I-I... don't..." His words trailed off into a mess of sobbing and badly annunciated whimpers, eventually leading out into muffled nothingness at the realisation of just how pathetic and stupid he was being.

"You don't have to do anything, Gee." Lindsey finally said into the almost silence, finding herself lost for words as Gee's echoed around her head.

"But I do, and you don't... you don't... get this... you d-don't understand and no one does, I-I... don't... I just... go, please- no, I'll go... I-I... just-" His words continued down a slippery slope of fragmentation until he could barely get a point across, his voice dragging out into sobs that choked and killed off the meaning of his words until he was left with nothing.

"Gee, you're staying right here, and you're going to calm down, and everything is going to be alright, okay?" Her tone was firm, yet kind, almost maternal, and really, Gee would have killed to have Lindsey as his mother instead, but for once, it wasn't his parents that had reduced him to such a state.

The twenty five year old only shook his head.

"Just leave me alone, let me be pathetic, if you're not going to let me leave."

"Frank's already coming over, Gee. You can't hide away from people like this." Gee's eyes widened at that, a million alarms going off in his head at Frank's name.

"No, no... no he can't, he can't see me like this..-- I..."

And then came footsteps, and a key turning in the lock.

Jamia always carried her spare key.

And for once Lindsey found it useless, instead of affectionately creepy.

Gee, however, really did not.

-

"Gee..." The word tumbled from Frank's lips like a landslide and the rocks caused nothing but heartbreak and catastrophe in the form of the pounding in the seventeen year old's chest as he locked eyes with his boyfriend; curled up and crying, his eyes blood shot and the look in them snapping Frank in two.

"I... I... Frank, please... I... go you don't need to see me like this." His voice came out quiet, barely a whisper, but in the silence that had fallen over Lindsey's small kitchen, it felt like he was screaming it from the top of his lungs.

"I'm most certainly not going to leave you like this, Gee, don't be stupid." Frank shook his head, stepping towards his boyfriend and looking to pull him against his chest in some generic attempt at comforting him and ceasing his sobs, but if Lindsey had to specially call him in, he really should have guessed by now that something like a hug wouldn't be all it took.

Frank did not however expect Gee to shuffle away at that point, almost scared to touch him, shaking his head violently before burying it between his knees, hiding his tears but by no means muffling his sobs.

"I can't get through to him at all." Lindsey offered as all the other explanation Frank could possibly require. "We'll leave you alone, okay?" Jamia joined her as they headed for the door, Lindsey passing Frank a smile that by the falter and sad glimpse in her eyes could only convey a good luck message, leaving Frank to exhale a sigh and glance at his boyfriend and contemplate just how much he would need it.

"Gee." Let out another sigh as the door clicked closed behind them, leaving Gee curled up on Lindsey's kitchen counter, still sobbing, and Frank stood half a metre away from him, utterly lost at what to do. 

And as he received no response, other than perhaps an increase in volume of the not quite so muffled sobs his boyfriend was emitting, Frank jumped up onto the counter sitting down beside Gee, who much to his surprise and utter relief made no instant attempt to shuffle away from Frank.

"Just tell me what's wrong, Gee. You can tell me anything, I promise. Trust me." Frank's words were fragmented as they left his lips; almost sentences of there own, dragging his heart down with the continuous silence between them.

"I don't want.. w-want to make t-things... worse..." Gee finally choked out in response, peeling his gaze up to meet Frank's, his eyes telling a story that left Frank wonder if he was at all scared of his seventeen year old boyfriend sat beside him right now, which brought said seventeen year old boyfriend to states of unimaginable perplexion - nothing quite added up here, and Gee was really doing nothing to rectify the matter.

"The only thing that's making things worse is you refusing to tell anyone and upsetting yourself and everyone else because they can't stop you crying." Frank paused, then his eyes pulling away, fixing on the tatty, ripped wallpaper on the wall opposite. "It hurts to see you cry, Gee. It hurts me."

"Then don't look."

He responded almost like a small child, thinking things were just that simple, and Frank almost felt compelled to let out some form of dry laughter, but he reckoned that was the last thing Gee needed right now, especially when he was in a state such as this.

"Gee, please, just tell me, I don't care what it is, I just care that you're upset." Frank let out a sigh as he watched the twenty five year old rub the tears from his eyes, turning to face him, almost in slow motion, or maybe that was just Frank's head messing with him there.

"Bert." The name came first and Frank found himself already angry, knowing that if he was involved in the state Gee had been reduced to then he really need teaching a fucking lesson, except perhaps by somebody else because Frank was still a seventeen year old, five foot, Catholic school student.

"He was drunk I think, I mean he's usually drunk to an extent, but he was.. he... was wasted a-and..." Gee shook his head, biting his lip and throwing his head back against the wall so that it hurt. 

As Frank began to open his mouth, Gee simply shook his head again. 

"I-I... can't."

"Gee, please, just tell me what he did, please..." Frank let out a sigh, his eyes drifting to floor and he contemplated whether he really wanted to know or not anymore.

"He kissed me and I didn't want him to and I... I told him to stop, but no... he... he... he.... he didn't stop... he never stopped... he was drunk... and I... I... I-I'm sorry... I, h-he didn't stop, I-" Frank just couldn't listen to this anymore, having pieced together exactly what had happened and far more than he ever wished to know in his head.

"It's not your fault." Frank exclaimed, his voice stern, yet his gaze never quite meeting Gee's.

"I... I... I'm sorry... I let him... I-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Frank shouted, Gee jerking back at that, leaving the seventeen year old to let out a sigh as he came to realise his mistake. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to shout. It's not your fault, believe me, Gee."

"He told me it was."

"He was drunk, he didn't mean it." Frank found himself coming out with the worst thing he probably could have said right now, but the only way he could convince Gee to stop crying and perhaps even open up to Lindsey and Jamia, one of which would be sure to make sure Bert stayed away from his boyfriend.

"So I should forgive him for what he did to me-"

"God, no." Frank shook his head excessively at that. "That's different - don't ever fucking forgive him." And Frank felt so weird talking to his twenty five year old boyfriend like he was just a little kid.

"Then what do I do?" He piped out, his voice quite, as if he was still scared of what he'd said.

"Tell Lindsey, trust her to deal with this appropriately."

"But he said-"

"Fuck what he said, what he said doesn't matter when he's done something like this to you."

-

"Gabe..." Pete's tone was muffled against the pillow he was facedown against, the other boy's name released from his lips in the form of a moan, which Gabe was thankful his Catholic parents weren't home to hear, and as Gabe pushed in again, another moan of similar quality is released from Pete's lips, his jaw hanging open, forcing him to turn his head to the side if he didn't want to get a mouthful of pillowcase.

"Ah fuck, I'm there... so close... so nearly fucking there... ah..." Gabe let the words trail from his lips as he slammed harder into Pete, his body overcome by the need running through his veins, and Pete asking him to be gentle doesn't seem to matter at all anymore.

Gabe came before Pete did, into the condom that they've paid enough attention to the extensively awkward Sex Ed class to use; the Sex Ed class that they had once like four years ago, that explained what things were in vague detail and was then followed by the no, no, no, don't have sex you will get pregnant and die talk that ran on into break time, because of course, you know, they went to Catholic school.

At least they could sleep easy with the basic knowledge that Pete could in fact not get pregnant, as unfortunately, Pete Wentz did not have a uterus - Sex Ed had taught them that at the very least.

"Pete... fuck...." Gabe moaned out as he came, falling down against Pete as he revelled in orgasm, currently unable to move, let alone pull out and dispose of a condom in house governed almost pictorially by Catholic parents, at least Gabe had thought to remove the painting of Jesus on the shelf before he started fucking his boyfriend.

Pete came as Gabe collapsed into him, moments after his boyfriend, panting against the pillow that muffled the strained groan out of a word that may have vaguely resembled 'fuck', Pete didn't know or care all that much.

"Was that good?" Gabe asked, slowly pulling himself out of his boyfriend, nodding in response, who then winced at the sudden gesture, sighing as Gabe was fully out and had crawled off the bed, tying up the condom and holding it up by a ginger pinch of two fingers as he stood stark naked in the middle of his bedroom, almost glaring the object he held so cautiously as if it may explode at any moment, splattering its contents everywhere, which they of course had to avoid as Gabe wasn't all that keen on Pete getting pregnant of course then instantaneously dying in consequence.

"What are you doing?" Pete asked, a chuckle gracing his lips as he pulled the covers around him, feeling self-conscious despite the fact that he'd just had sex with Gabe, in a typically teenage manner.

"Where the hell am I supposed to put this so that it isn't found? I've heard horror stories about flushing them down the toilet as well? Can you take it?" He asked, almost holding out the thing to Pete, who was opposed to touching it entirely, despite the fact he'd had it in his ass mere minutes ago.

"Fuck no, dude." Pete shook his head, laughing a little as a ridiculous idea came to his mind. "Hide it behind the Jesus photo."

"What?"

"The last place your parents are going to look for a condom is behind Jesus Christ our lord and saviour." Pete pointed out in a rather sarcastic tone, Gabe rolling his eyes as he grabbed a half empty packet of Doritos and shoving the condom inside, scrunching the thing up and throwing it in the trashcan in the illusion that it was innocently empty and not hiding his come.

"That better work because I sacrificed like half a packet of Doritos for that." Gabe rolled his eyes, pulling on his boxers and jeans from where they lay on the floor, not too sure where his shirt was and not too bothered that he was shirtless. "You should probably put some clothes on because if my parents come home early then they're going to question why there's a naked man in my bed more than if I just invited a 'friend' over."

Pete shrugged in response, obliging for Gabe's sake more than anything. "I just lost it to you, and I don't feel physically different, I don't know... I..."

"Did you expect it to?" Gabe asked, joining Pete with now significantly more clothes on, on his bed.

Pete shrugged once again, trying his best not to imagine what it would have been like to have done this with Mikey and focus on the fact that he had a cute boyfriend that loved him for who he was and he didn't have to get upset over chasing after a cute guy that's homophobic as hell and hates his guts.

"That was my first time with a guy, and it didn't feel miraculous - it's not a magic spell, I reckon its not supposed to, but I enjoyed it, I enjoyed fucking you, I want to do it again - I guess that's what matters. I think the your first time should feel special is part of that waiting until after marriage bullshit." Gabe added as explanation, reaching for Pete's hand as the two of them shared a smile.

"Yeah, I just... it's nerves, I guess..." Pete let out a sigh, his heart sinking because it wasn't nerves, it was Mikey Way, and as much as he liked Gabe and felt that he was perfect, he just couldn't settle the feeling that he was with him for all the wrong reasons.

-

Ryan, Brendon, and Patrick sat outside the school cafeteria on a Wednesday morning, continuously dreading the bell that ring in signification of the start of the school day. Patrick having befriended the two of them in the absence and douchebaggery of Pete, and thankfully no one seemed to mind, not even Pete, which was more of an unthankfully in Patrick's head, despite the fact all rationality said he should hate him right now.

Patrick didn't do hate, especially not with Pete Wentz.

"You're such a bitch, Ryan." Brendon teased his best friend in a totally platonic and non flirty manner because no, there's no way in hell that two incredibly close gay guys who acted like married couple within weeks of knowing each other could ever possibly have feelings for one another.

"My bitch." He added as Ryan opened his mouth to add some stupid sleep deprived comment in response. Brendon's addition to his statement, causing Ryan to stop and let a smile slide over his lips before he continued.

"Your bitch." He had to agree, in a totally platonic manner, of course, why on earth would there ever been any kind of homosexual tension, let alone a relationship in god forbid it, a fanfiction, shocking.

"You two are really cute together though, you should totally go out." Patrick could help but comment as Ryan sat playing with Brendon's fringe - the two of them having been inseparable ever since Ryan arrived here a few weeks ago, and it didn't exactly take a genius to hazard a decent guess at the reason why.

Ryan blushed at that, attempting to hide it behind his fringe, but his fringe hadn't enough emo game to hide at least half of his face sufficiently at wish - this was a skill Pete had mastered, of course being the emo king.

"We kind of went on a date... thing... a while back... and I guess..." Ryan continued, his hands moving awkwardly as he spoke, no longer having the distraction of Brendon's hair, as of course that would lead to even more teasing, not that Patrick was the type, of course.

"That's really cute." Patrick let his face fall into a smile, genuinely happy for them, but with what seemed like everyone in a relationship of some sort, he couldn't help but think of Pete, and his boyfriend, Gabe, and then Mikey Way, and Alicia Simmons - however on earth that had came to be was still unbeknownst to Patrick and just about the rest of the world.

"It's not official." Brendon added, drooping his head a little in order to hide his blush, but of course by now everyone knew what was happening there.

"Then make it?" Patrick suggested with a grin as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which really it was - the two of them had been absolutely lovestruck for one another as soon as they met, it was just feelings from day one, and how Patrick wished it could have been just that easy with Pete.

But nothing was ever easy with Pete, and Patrick knew that from day one.

"Okay." Brendon exhaled as he pulled his gaze up to meet Ryan's, who was sat on the step above him outside the school cafeteria. "Ryan Ross, be my boyfriend?"

Ryan giggled at first, a blush gracing his cheeks once more although he'd already been expecting it. "Hmm... that's a hard one." He joked, pretending he wasn't jumping and screaming at the chance to say yes, which he totally wasn't. "I guess so, huh?" He winked at Brendon, who really didn’t need any other reassurance that it was a yes - that killer blush really did all the talking.

"Bad news guys." Ray's voice broke the mini wedding that was occurring as Patrick complacently third wheeled with a rather stern and fed up tone, letting everyone instantly know, without him even having to say anything, that Mikey had done something stupid again.

"What has he done now?" Brendon asked, making no effort to detach himself from Ryan, despite knowing Ray shared some of Mikey's views on homosexuality, mostly due to his upbringing and not ignorance, unlike Mikey himself.

"He just texted me as he was walking into school saying that he saw Pete and that he now Gabe isn't there with him, he's going to 'teach him a lesson'." Ray looked down at his cell phone once more; desperately searching for any response to the six panicked texts he'd sent in response. "He hasn't even seen my responses."

"Let him punch Pete - he was an asshole to Patrick." Brendon shrugged it off, causing Patrick to toss him the most horrified expression ever, despite the fact that he was the 'victim' here.

"I'm not letting Pete get beat up. He's an... asshole, that's just him, and he doesn't deserve Mikey to beat him up like that," Patrick chose the opportunity to look Brendon right in the eye as he stressed the next part, "and the main reason Mikey hates him is because he's gay, so you know, are you letting Mikey beat him up because he's got a boyfriend?"

"Perhaps that outweighs my hate for Pete and what he did to you..." Brendon paused, shaking his head, almost as if he couldn't believe he was doing this. "Marginally, of course. Marginally."

Patrick kept quiet about the fact that he was only so vocal about this because he never wanted Pete to be directly hurt by the person he loved, even if Pete had done the same to him, Patrick would just never wish that on anyone, and if his fake boyfriend wasn't around to protect him, Patrick reckoned he was happy to take the place of back up fake boyfriend.

Even if it was vey unlikely for him to be doing any actual protecting. He could most definitely be there for emotional support though.

-

"Huh, so your little boyfriend isn't here to protect you now is he, Wentz?" The eyeliner clad boy froze at a voice he hated that he instantly recognised as Mikey's, his whole body loosing sense as he completely seized up, his head turning slowly as he snuck a glance at the guy he totally had no feelings for fastly approaching him with a snarl and a fist kept far too recklessly by his side.

"Mikey, what have I ever done to you?" Pete asked, what was an honest question, looking up at the boy who now stood barely a metre away from him just outside the school gates - the hate between them had long progressed from friendly rivalry to a cold hearted discrimination which of course only the cocky move of coming out had brought upon, but Pete didn't quite want to blame himself for this, even he felt through and through like it was nothing but his fault.

"Be a filthy little fag - no one likes you, okay, and I don't want your disgusting little faggot of a boyfriend threatening me, okay?" Mikey snapped, pushing himself up in a terrible attempt at intimidation and Pete laughed it off in a terrible attempt pulling on the facade that he didn't care about Mikey Way at all.

"Then leave us alone." Pete continued, pushing the words between his lips firmly - like he meant them, and he did, more than anything. "Leave us alone and then maybe I can forget that you ever existed, Mikey, but of course you never would do the honours of ever making anything that easy." He let out a sigh with the hidden meaning behind his words and tried to focus on Gabe, his wonderful boyfriend and not the asshole he used to be just a little in love with, and was now fighting with the fact that he still was.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, huh faggot?" He shouted that last word at the top of his lungs, intimidation being his intentions and catching the attention of Frank Iero walking up the road, a little late to school because he totally didn't spend all last night texting his boyfriend until he fell asleep and then the rest of it over worrying about him.

Frank had of course jerked up at the one word he hated like hell, his eyes focusing on none other than Mikey Way, and he almost rolled his eyes at the typicality he felt forever caged up and disgusted inside his own silence, but he could never stand up to that, not really, if he valued his life that was - this was Catholic school, after all.

"Don't call me a fucking faggot when your head's so far up your own ass you're practically fucking yourself with it!" Frank froze at the voice he could recognise as nothing other than Pete's, and despite the fact he hadn't really been here for most of the drama that had kicked off between them, he could just about piece together the rest.

"Hey!" he called out as he approached the two of them, gaining both of their attention instantly. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing to worry about, Frank." Mikey laughed it off and pretended like he wasn't intending on beating up Pete Wentz and for having a boyfriend of all things. Mikey was certainly in ignorance of his own douchebaggery and that was truly a dangerous thing.

"Hey, Mikey fucking Way if you lay one fucking hand on him I swear to god!" Came a fourth voice, drawing three sets of eyes to Brendon, and Ryan, Ray, and Patrick beside him. Pete blushed as he noticed Patrick, the guy still standing up for him despite what he said to him, and maybe he didn't deserve anyone at all.

"Oh look it's the fag parade..." Mikey let out a deep sigh, rolling his eyes in a gesture concocted so that not even Frank who was watching ever move from the guy with deep scrutiny with the intentions of perhaps one having the slightest clue as to what the hell was going on in his head.

"Mikey, just drop it." Ray was the one to intervene, the only one naive enough to believe that Mikey was going to stand down, let alone apologise - his stubbornness brought that entirely out of the question. "Please, you're being stupid."

"Me? Stupid?" Mikey cascaded down into a fit of almost maniacal laughter. "You're hanging out with a bunch of fags, what the fuck? At least I'm not stupid enough to ever be friends with a bunch of fucking faggots."

And then Frank couldn't help himself.

He started laughing, drawing all attention to himself and a furrowing of the brows from Mikey who most likely expected him to stand up for him, and was blissfully unaware to the fact Frank was in fact dating his older brother.

"What's so funny, man?" 

"Nothing - you're just being stupid, Mikey." Frank shook his head as he silenced his laughter; glad that Mikey was unbelievably thick and thick enough as not to notice the bombshell he'd oh so cautiously just dropped.

Ryan, Brendon, and Patrick, however, they weren't quite as stupid, their jaws dropping as Frank pushed his way through the group on a beeline to the back of the art block and his next cigarette, hoping that Jamia would be there to provide clarity on his situation, or tauntingly snide comments at very least.

Frank reckoned anything other than dropped jaws would be beyond welcome right now.

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