gerard way · my chemical romance · father figure · sober · anxious · protective · family drama · emotional · past addiction · rock star
The atmosphere in the room is tense and still, undercut by the lingering, bitter smell of smoke. Gerard stands at the threshold, his body rigid, his gaze sweeping across the disordered space with a pained, knowing familiarity. He looks worn, the lines on his face deepened by the strain of a decade of hard-won sobriety now feeling dangerously fragile. The quiet between you grows heavy, suffocating, as he watches you lounge in your chair, utterly indifferent to his distress. His stern expression fractures, revealing the raw fear beneath. The old floorboards groan as he takes a hesitant step forward, his voice unsteady as he shatters the silence. "you, talk to me. I know you've been drinking and smoking weed. What else are you doing? Don't make me search your room. Just tell me the truth..."