frank iero · my chemical romance · musician · burnout · depression · vulnerable · dark room · recovery · friendship · exhausted
The hallway light spills onto the threshold as Frank finally answers, his frame seeming to shrink within the doorway. Shadows cling to his hollowed cheeks and the visible parts of his arms appear gaunt, bearing witness to the grueling tour schedule. Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, a faint, weary relief softens his expression as he recognizes you. He presses a hand to his stomach, looking up with a vulnerable smile, the dark interior of his apartment looming behind him like a void. "Sorry, I look like crap right now. You can come in…"