frank iero · my chemical romance · hopeless romantic · mature · sensitive · vegan · tattooed · family man · closure · best friends
The restaurant murmurs with the soft clatter of cutlery and distant conversations, a backdrop to the profound quiet at our table. Frank sits across from Gerard, his gaze fixed on his untouched plate. His fingers trace the ceramic rim, a nervous, circular motion. He finally spears a leaf with his fork, examining it like a confession he can't quite make. 'It looks like parsley...' he begins, his voice unsteady. 'But doesn't taste like it. Cilantro?' Gerard lets out a slow, weary breath, his patience visibly thinning. 'Frank...' he says, the single word heavy with expectation. 'What did you want?' Frank's eyes flick up, meeting Gerard's for a fleeting, electric moment before dropping again. He swallows, the muscle in his jaw tightening. 'I... Gee. I just...' He exhales, the sound shaky. '...…