Identity [Gerard Way] *Completed*

Chapter Thirty Seven

I think I fell asleep last night. Well, I mean, I obviously fell asleep. What I mean is, I think I fell asleep beside Gerard last night. It's not really a surprise, it's just that I don't remember it. Maybe it was because of how exhausted I was. Maybe I drooped down to the floor like a dead flower, I don't know.

Anyway. It's morning now. And let me tell you, this storage room looks a lot different from last night. Light beams in from the window, dust motes highlighted by the sun. There's a warmth in this room, in the air, that wasn't here before.

I try to shift my weight, then stop, grimacing. Ow? I feel really stiff, for whatever reason... like a rock. O-Or a statue. Something like that. I don't know. I think I'm... I think-

Hold on.

I wouldn't be stiff right now if I'd spent the night on one of the green couches. Correct? Yeah. And, I swear, that's where I last was before falling asleep. So, how come...? How come I'm on the floor? How come I'm actually staring at a couch I thought I was on from all the way down here?

Maybe I fell in my sleep. Had a nightmare I don't remember. Maybe.

I shift again, then completely turn around, muscles tensing, bones aching. I prop myself on an elbow as I let my blurry eyes adjust to the contrast of the room.

And now there's a scruffy, weary Gerard, also leaned on an elbow, hair over his wide eyes, jutting out in weird angles, watching me. Gosh, I swear, it almost feels like he's been watching me sleep. Well, if it were anyone else right now, I would be creeped out by the thought of that.

But, it's Gerard, so... I'm not.

"Good morning, beautiful." He smirks, stifling a yawn.

I blink at him, feeling like my face is heating up, pretending like I didn't just hear him call me that. "How long have you been watching me?"

Gerard pulls a face. "Watching you?"

"Okay. Let me rephrase. How long have you been awake?"

"Oh," Gerard squints at nothing in particular. "Not too long."

I stare at him questioningly. "Not too long?"

"Oh, I don't know," He waves his hand around in the air, as if the motion would swat the topic away. "Not long, okay?"

"Alright." I sigh wistfully at him. It's too early in the morning to be dealing with him. I mean, come on, I just woke up, and he's already avoiding questions. Typical.

There's a bit of a pause, the air not stirring, not moving, as if it's listening in.

"Are you okay now?" The question is vague, but I know what he's talking about. I search his face and his eyes, looking for any left over guilt from last night.