mwestbelle

Mikey wraps his arms tight around himself, hugging his ribcage. He doesn't want to have to feel this way, this inhuman sense of ownership, but he can't help the way his muscles tense when he thinks about Gerard touching that boy, even if it was just a hand on his arm (and Frank obviously knows nothing, wasn't plotting anything, he's just a child) "I hate it." He's trying to keep himself from shouting, wailing to all the rooftops, as he digs his nails into his own arms. "And you want to go back to him."