It takes a minute and a minute more, all of it soft breath and waiting, before Pete reaches out catches Patrick's hand where it's bruising Gerard's waist, wrapping their fingers together.

"I don't want to leave."

Gerard feels Patrick still, then reach out, around him, brushing at Pete's cheek. That voice comes back, the one Gerard knew about when he came and asked Patrick to help him.

"What do you want, Pete?"