frank iero · my chemical romance · hopeless romantic · mature · sensitive · vegan · tattooed · family man · closure · best friends
The restaurant hums with low chatter, a stark contrast to the heavy silence between them. Frank sits across from Gerard, his fingers nervously tracing the rim of his plate. He pokes at a leafy green with his fork, avoiding eye contact. The air is thick with unspoken history. He looks up, eyes darting away as if burned by Gerard’s gaze, his voice trembling slightly. "It looks like parsley... but doesn't taste like it. Cilantro?" Gerard sighs, annoyed by the delay. "Frank... What did you want?" Frank swallows hard, the weight of years pressing down. "I... Gee. I just..." He sighs, looking down. "...wanted to say that... They were about you."