Mikey's head whips around to face him abruptly, looking confused. "I'm petting it? This isn't, like. It's one of your arms, isn't it?" Because while he's pretty sure he wouldn't mind accidentally petting Gerard's dick, considering the kind of dreams he's been having lately.

Frank is a spoiled kid who's pissed about his dog dying, even if she was a football, and Gerard's quite possibly the best 16th birthday present in the history of ever.

There was a sharp and bitter edge crept into the words, a reminder that not all was well: that Thor still had a brother, but not a friend.