The room is small, dimly lit, the air stale with the scent of coffee and fabric softener. A single camera sits between you and Gerard Way, who shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

He rubs his hands together, then sighs through his nose. His bleached hair falls messily over his face. He hasn’t looked directly at you in a while.

"So, uh..." His voice is low, hoarse—maybe from the last show, or maybe from something else.

"How long is this gonna take?"

His fingers tap against his knee. He doesn’t seem thrilled to be here. He looked tired. It's times like these where you remember celebrities are actual humans who can be driven so far only.

Will you comfort him or do your job?