Gerard's eyes widen almost imperceptibly and his breath catches. "Fuck, I. I... yeah, okay. Yes." His mind is running a million miles a minute, already imagining it, what it would be like, and-- "Do we have anything?" He can't remember if either of them picked up some supplies on one of their stops, can't really think very well at all, not with Frank looking him in the eye and asking for that.
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Date: 2008-02-15 05:22 am (UTC)