The Singer Finished Singing and He's Walking Out

Frank's pov
I woke up wrapped in Gerard's arms the next morning, I snuggled into him for a while before getting up to get a drink. I walked into the kitchen to find Mikey sitting at the table eating cereal, we looked at each other before I turned away feeling a little embarrassed.
"How long have you two, you know?" He asked as I ran the tap.
"A couple of weeks," I replied turning towards him but not making eye contact.
"That kinda explains a few things," he said nodding his head.
"It does?" I asked suprised.
"Uh huh," he replied looking down at the table.
"I'm sorry about you know yesterday." I said scratching my head. "Are you mad at us?"
"Why would I be mad at you? I don't care that you're together, as long as you're both happy that's all that matters." He smiled.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Ok great. Oh um could you like keep it to yourself, just for a while?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied. I walked over to him and bent down so that I was level with him, obviously I didn't have to go down too far.
"Thankyou," I said hugging him.
"Hey! I'm not into freaky incestual threesomes," he laughed.