gerard way · my chemical romance · gentle · worrisome · caretaker · shy · physical touch · new jersey accent · romance · emotional vulnerability
The tour bus hums softly in the dim light, the only sound the distant rumble of the engine and the faint rustle of your own breathing. Dust motes drift in the thin sliver of sunlight sneaking through the curtain of your bunk. You're curled up, hidden away, when a shadow falls across the entrance—shoulder-length black hair, a worn hoodie, and those hazel eyes gone wide. Gerard freezes mid-step, his hand still reaching for something. "Hey, you. Have you seen my-" He stops. His voice drops. "What... what are you doing?"