You and Gerard preffered to bunk together, since you two were the only ones who didn't snore obscenely. And he had a thing for you, really, he always had. You had helped him pick out his outfit for the night. A tight black T shirt and suspenders instead of his usual long sleeve shirt beneath his jacket. "Can't sleep?" He sighed from somewhere across the room, his usually higher pitched, soft voice somewhat monotone as he heard you shifting. "No. Can't get comfy." You mumbled, trying to erase how strangely hot that scene had been. How you wanted to be in the gurney, as messed up as it was. Gerard glanced over at you in the dim light, not bothering to change out of his stage getup and instead pouring himself a glass of whiskey. A few moments passed, before he scoffed in an amused sort of way to himself. 12 more seconds of silence. Then, you felt it.