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The lobby suddenly felt too intimate. Gerard felt his heart beat faster. He was still standing there, swaying, the mystery boy— Frank, his friends had said—as if he hadn’t even noticed that his group abandoned him. Was Gerard supposed to say something? He was staring at his own art, after all. And the other boy actually liked it. Does he start a conversation? Swoop in, make a joke about those other assholes, start a conversation of his own with— No. He tried to curl in tighter, bringing his leg that didn’t have a sketchbook balanced on it up to his chest and resting his chin on it. The boy could wander on and they could both keep this little spark of artistic intimacy to themselves. No need to disturb something that could stay safe and warm in his memories. The other boy, though, didn’t get the memo. His slightly off-balance footsteps sounded like thunder in the now-quiet building. Please don’t look at me, please don’t look at me, please don’t— “Hey!” ——— On: loneliness, mutual pining, and how to let other people in.

Fics like I’ll Be Your Detonator

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