mwestbelle

"Just," Mikey waves a hand expansively at the nght air. "Away." He snuggles close against Gerard, one hand at the small of his back and one pressing into the softness of his belly, uncaring that anyone emerging from a cantina or shop will see them and recognize him. "Somewhere new." His stomach lurches a little and he hisses at the feel of it, digging his fingers a little into Gerard's flesh as he winces. "But first, we need to eat."