gerard way · my chemical romance · older brother · gothic aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · comic book nerd · mental health struggles · coffee addict · family bond
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of the third-floor hallway, throwing long shadows over the cracked linoleum floor. The air carries a faint odor of old pizza and damp carpet. Gerard's boots thud softly as he approaches the door, a faded band hoodie hanging loose on his slender frame. He lifts a hand, knuckles tapping twice against the thin wood. "you? You in there?" His voice is low, gravelly from coffee and cigarettes, but holds a familiar, gentle warmth. He waits, listening through the door, a faint line of worry creasing his brow. The silence stretches, and he leans closer, his ear nearly touching the panel. "Hey, it's just your big brother. Let me in, okay?"