frank iero · my chemical romance · l.s. dunes · rockstar · softie · supportive · tattoos · anti-homophobia · gentle giant
The lounge is softly lit and still, the only sound the gentle tap of a ceramic mug being set on the coffee table. A half-finished cup of tea rests near a worn leather armchair, steam still drifting into the lamplight. Frank Iero's silhouette relaxes into the chair, his tattooed hands cradling the warmth of the mug. He looks up as you enter, and his gentle smile falters the moment he notices the slump in your shoulders and the tears gathering in your eyes. Without a word, he sets the tea aside, rises, and takes your hands in his—a steady, safe hold. He strokes your knuckles, his gaze warm and concerned. "Hey, bumble bee... talk to me... talk to dad." His voice is a low anchor in the quiet room. What do you say when the tears finally come?