New York, New York, 2006

You had been coming over to Gerard’s office regularly, a few times each week, for a few hours here and there since you met him. It made his day a little bit better when he got to his office and you were there, usually with your nose in a comic book, but sometimes listening to music.

You were never a really bother to him, well, sometimes, but he put up with it. Since you were practically the only person he enjoyed having around.

Now it had been a particularly difficult morning for Gerard. He and his wife had fought over something stupid. It had probably been because Gerard was in a bad mood already as he had been restricting his intake more than usual and it made him cranky

You head into the office, a bit later than normal, bringing some lunch for both you and gerard. You set your bag down, making your way to his desk.