You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid.

Frank's POV

"Uh, Gerard?"

He rolled over and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"We fucked."

My eyes widened, "Uh, you sure..? I don't remember. Like, my butt isn't-"

"Mine is."

"Uh, you took?"

"Yeah.."

I sighed, "Gerard I'm so-"

"No, Frank. Stop. It's my fault that I got you drunk."

"I was willing to get drunk, though. We're both at fault. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. And quit fucking cutting me off."

"Frank, I feel just as bad as your father. Our first time together should have been romantic and something memorable. Not lost in a drunken stupour. I'm sorry."

I closed my eyes to rub the tiredness away.

When I opened them I noticed blood on the blankets.

I shook my head, "Gerard, I'm sorry that you're hurt."

"It's really not that bad.."

"No, you bled. And I robbed you of the ability to shit for the day."

"Huh?"

"You will see, Gerard."

He laughed, "Well... You better be sorry. I look forward to my morning shits."

"Gross."