mwestbelle

Mikey smiles and leans a little towards Gerard, puppyishly proud at his approval. "It would probably be safer to go somewhere." He bends a little and leans his cheek against Gerard's chest, noticing the absence of the pulsing thump that belongs there--he's not sure if it's an affect of the change or of the things he and Gerard have done to each other, but he feels needy and starved for physical contact. "We don't want to be spotted."