Pete cocks his head, as though he's Hemmy, trying to figure it all out, then reaches down, wrapping a hand around Gerard's arm. He doesn't pull him up very far, just enough to put him where he wants him, up on his knees on the probably blue carpet.
Gerard thinks about that. It's not like he loves being on his knees. There are other things he likes better, but he's not going to push for them. This isn't about him, it's about Pete, it's about Patrick.
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Re: Sorry, meant to email, but life ATE me.
on 2008-04-08 12:57 am (UTC)Gerard thinks about that. It's not like he loves being on his knees. There are other things he likes better, but he's not going to push for them. This isn't about him, it's about Pete, it's about Patrick.
He's saving lives again.