"Dad, c-can we come b-back home?" Declan asks through the phone. Patrick sighs and hands Pete his jacket "I'm not sure Dec, he's OCDing the fuck out of my office." Both chuckle "your o-office n-needs cleaning, you c-can't f-find anything." Pete yells "hey Dec!" And disappears into the game room with Joe. "h-how's Pops?" Declan asks, Patrick sighs "he's been better, whenever Joe goes OCD he stresses. He got a higher dosage of Ativan which sucks balls, but besides that all is good." Declan sighs and walks into Ruby's room and plops on the bed next to the girl, he puts the call on speaker.

       "How is my dad doing?" Ruby asks. Patrick chuckles enter his now spotless office and sits at his desk chair. "Not so good, he's not sleeping unless Pete or I are by his side. He cleaned the whole house while me and Pete were grocery shopping, not to mention he folded our clothes by color and put a fucking name tag every one of my guitars." Ruby sighs into her bright orange pillow "has he been taking extra hot showers or washing his hands with burning hot water?"

          Patrick is silent for a second, then shakes his head "no, he's just cleaning, but he's not hurting himself in anyway." Ruby sighs happily "thank God." Patrick holds his phone to his ear with his shoulder and jolts down an emergency appointment with his therapist in his calendar. "Dec do you want me to drive you to therapy tomorrow or are you okay with Andy doing it?"

           Declan rubs his chin and pushes his glasses back up on his nose "I-I'm fine with A-Andy d-driving me." Patrick smiles and opens his laptop "OK bud, see you soon." Declan and Rubs smile and say their goodbyes before Patrick ends the call.

       Patrick sets his phone on the side of his desk and starts to search for the setlist for their next show, it was somewhere in his laptop's files. He went through a couple from a few weeks prior but nothing that he was looking for. A documentary from 2016 was in his notes 'ana' was the title. Patrick raised his brows while clicking on it.

First day into Europe tour:

half an apple and seven bottles of water. 100 pounds exactly.

About 40 calories

Fuck, Patrick thought he had deleted that, apparently not. He quickly deleted the note and slammed his laptop shut, he looked around for his wallet. He grabbed his from the shelf it was resting on and opened it, he flipped through the many cards and a few bills he had until he found what he was looking for; a Polaroid from a soul punk show, his shirt is unbuttoned a bit and his collarbones are seen. Patrick flips the Polaroid and sees the thin, shiny blade taped to the back with pink wasabi tape he had stolen from Pete.

       Patrick pulled the tape off and slipped the blade into his phone case, then put the Polaroid back into its place in his wallet. He grabbed his phone and went into the game room where the two men were playing Call Of Duty and screaming at each other. "Pete, I'm gonna take a bath" He informs his husband who just nods and continues yelling at the curly haired man next to him. Patrick shakes his head and walks to the bathroom, locking the door as soon as he's behind it.

a/n

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ooo cliffhanger