Literature
Sound.
Sound.
Frank touches the side of Gerard's face and he jumps a little because apparently he was almost asleep. He can feel the rough textile of the couch against his cheek, and he's suddenly shuddering from the cold, his body disapproving of this waking up shit.
"I'm sorry." Frank says, and Gerard's eyes slip closed again.
Gerard hears Frank scratch his nails over denim, hears him muffle a cough into his arm. He's so tired he could just die, but no matter how long he stays completely still on the couch, he can't fall asleep again. He tries to relax every muscle in his body, tries to let go of reality, but it's just not happening.
There's a
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