Anthony called me on Friday and said he'd be able to make it to town the following day. After agreeing to meet at the mall, we went over everything that he could and could not do, for he didn't want to screw up. Basically, we couldn't tell Frankie that he was his father; this was just about them getting to know each other first. The man sounded really nervous and his voice faltered every time he named Frankie. He asked if it'd be okay to go with Greg and I thought it was a good idea. He was Tony's partner, his other beloved person, so his son should meet him too.
******
"Frankie, would you like to go out this afternoon?" I proposed him while he ate his breakfast, sniffing in between each cereal spoon. I knew that I should have asked him before arranging things with Anthony. It was freezing outside, Frank had a cold and he hadn't been in the best of moods. Anyway, I could always call Tony to cancel if needed, he would understand. I wouldn't make Frankie go against his will.
"Y-yes I want t-to!" he responded against all odds, his voice sounding funny. "Wh-where we going?"
"Well, an old friend of mine is in town, I saw him last week when I was coming home from work. We talked for a while and he said we should see each other again with more time, so we'll meet at the mall." I recited what I had made up earlier.
"Y-yay, the m-mall! I w-wanna go! Y-you told your f-friend..." he interrupted the sentence to sneeze, and I handed him a tissue. "...'bout m-me?"
"Of course! And you know what? I think the main reason why he wants to see me again is to meet you, he specially asked me to bring you along. He doesn't know you're my boyfriend, though, so don't tell him yet. But he already thinks you're awesome."
"I...I t-tell him we're b-brothers, then?" he remembered our classic lie.
"No, it's not necessary. He knows part of the truth, that I found you and took you to live with me."
"Ahhh, k-kay." he spoke with a full mouth. "H-he's nice?"
"Yes, he's very nice. He's a little older than me, and plays guitar in a band." I preferred to not give him much information, so Tony could do it himself.
"C-cool! Oh, you d-didn't tell me his n-name. N-nope."
"Anthony." I said, praying that he'd stop asking.
"L-like my m-middle name!"
"Yes, exactly. Now finish that, you'll be able to ask Anthony all you want later, ok?"
"K-kay!" he rubbed his reddened nose and smiled, excited that he was about to meet someone new. I wondered what he'd think if he knew how important this person was.
******
My boyfriend had insisted on walking, too worked up to think of his fears which was a good thing. Before leaving, I made sure to wrap him up enough to face the weather; imagining how my mom would laugh at me if she saw me. She would say that now I knew what it felt like to worry the way mothers do about those things. Frank didn't have a jacket of his own, so I gave him one of mine, black and fluffy. He commented that he felt like a dark snowman. I also lent him a purple scarf and he added some fingerless skeleton gloves I didn't even know he owned.
"W-were from a kid that l-left and forgot th-them, G-Grace gave them to m-me. H-had them in my b-bag's pocket." he explained.
"I like them, really kick-ass."
"Oh, l-look, it's f-furry!" he put the jacket's hood over his head and stood in front of the mirror.
"You look like a little Eskimo, pretty!" I slid my arms around him, staring at his reflexion, then turned him around to kiss him. I knew it was a matter of days until I got his cold, but it's not like I was going to avoid him because of that. "Ready? Got tissues?"
"Y-yes and yes." he nodded.
"Then let's go."
At the mall, we occupied one of the small tables of the dining area. Frankie fumbled with the scarf annoyed and threw it at me once he got rid of it.
"F-fuck, fucker!" he bitched at the jacket's zipper afterwards.
"Let me help you." I put it down. "Wanna take it off?"
"N-no, it's w-warm." he laid his head on my shoulder, contemplating everything in silence. I could hear him breathe through his mouth and whimper slightly because he hated having a stuffed nose.
"We can go home if you feel too crappy, I won't get angry and neither will my friend..."
"N-no, I wanna m-meet him. C-can I have hot ch-chocolate?" he spoke against my neck, giving me a tickling feeling.
"Of course, it's a good idea! Let's go over there to buy them." I pointed at one of the places.
"N-no I stay, I w-wait here."
"Frankie..."
"P-please, I w-won't move." he promised.
"Ok, I'll trust you."
I kept an eye on him as I waited for our chocolates; but he stayed still, sprawled on the chair and staring at the ceiling. Just when an employee was coming to me with the steaming plastic glasses, I saw Anthony and Greg enter the area and scout the tables. The mall was crowded and I didn't want to drop the hot drinks by running to get there faster.
Slowly making my way, I witnessed the change on Tony's face when he suddenly spotted Frankie, recognizing him from the picture. His knees buckled and he gripped Greg's shoulders. The drummer embraced him and went for a kiss, his hand reaching up for Anthony's face who was crying. He needed to stay calm, he couldn't let Frank know.
While I walked the last stretch, Greg was guiding Tony -who had composed himself- to our table with a hand on his back. They made it there first for a fraction of a second. Frankie saw them, and I stopped.
"Y-you're Anthony? Or...or you?" he asked them smiling.
"I...am." the mentioned one answered, pale, his eyes shiny. I could not breathe, nor move. It had to be incredibly painful for Tony to have his son in front of him after 16 years and not be able to catch him in his arms and scream it to the world.
"H-hi! I'm F-frankie and Gerard's b-buying choco-late. I d-didn't want to g-go but stayed right h-here, didn't m-move! Wh-who's him?" Frank talked to them confidently, even if they hadn't even taken seat. Anthony took a deep breath. Greg whispered something in his ear and he nodded.
"I'm fine." I was sure he said before turning to Frankie. "He's Greg, my...a very good friend."
I obliged myself to move, the poor guy needed assistance. "Anthony, Greg! I see you already met Frankie. He's a little sick and that makes him grumpy, so I went for chocolate as he wanted." I greeted the two men and handed Frank his glass. "Sit down, please."
"Hot chocolate's always good, it not only warms you but also cheers you up. A drink for the body and the soul." With a smile, Tony landed an insecure hand on Frank's cheek. He shuddered and looked up, his eyes meeting his father's. I stared at both simultaneously and found them so alike that for the first time, I feared that Frankie would instantly know who that man was.
The boy got closer, elbows on the table. He inclined his head and appeared to be studying Tony, trying to see beyond; maybe understand the strange vibe this man gave him. Anthony's hand hadn't left its place. I noticed that Greg was also paralyzed, waiting like I was. Could Frankie see himself in Tony? Was it possible for him to remember his father?
The odd, almost magical moment ended when Frankie just giggled and sipped at his chocolate. Only then Tony retreated his hand.
"Y-you know? M-my middle name's An-anthony." he mentioned nonchalantly, stirring the milk with the spoon.
"Really?"
"Yes." I answered for him. "You share a name and the love for chocolate, it seems."
"Talking about chocolate...would you go and get one for me, please?" the oldest Iero asked Greg, coming up with something to hide his nerves and the anxiety building up at the back of his throat. I felt bad for him. I wished it was easier, wished we could just tell Frankie. But what if we did and it went wrong? How would we forgive ourselves? How would we mend our mistake?
"I'll get one for me too, be right back." Greg patted his arm and got up. Once the three of us were left alone, Frankie's attention was back on Tony. He seemed amused by something.
"What are you laughing at? Naughty thoughts?" Anthony playfully interrogated him, making him giggle again. Even without knowing his true identity, his father's presence had lightened Frank's mood. It was a peculiar encounter filled with silences, contained urges and alien sensations; but a positive one nevertheless. There was an invisible connection, a never broken bond.
"Uhm...it's...it's w-weird that you're G-gee's friend."
"Why?"
"'C-cause you're k-kinda old!" Frankie chuckled.
"Excuse him, he tends to let out whatever comes to his mind." I apologized though, of course, Tony wasn't offended at all.
"Oh no, it's fine, the kid's right. I am old compared to you two!" he laughed.
"H-how old?"
"36."
"Oh, w-wow! Th-that's uh..." Frankie counted with his fingers, whispering for a long time and frowning. "G-gee...I t-tried, but can't. H-how older th-than me and you is th-that?"
"18 years older than you and 13 than me." I quickly replied.
"Th-that's a lot. Y-you have k-kids, Anthony?" Frank's next question scared us both.
"Yes, one." he gave me an apologetic look, telling without words that he couldn't lie to his son's face like that, it hurt him. "His name is Frank."
"Wh-what?" the namesake gasped, almost spitting out his cocoa. "L-like me? W-well, I don't l-like 'Frank' and ev-everybody calls me 'F-frankie' but it's r-really 'Frank', yeah."
"Yes, he's called like you. But you're right, Frankie's better and cuter."
"H-how old is y-your Frankie?" he grinned. Tony eyed me helpless, again not wanting to lie but knowing that answering with the truth would be far too confusing for the boy. I rubbed my neck, as lost as he was. Why was Greg taking so long? Why hadn't he returned to save the moment?
"He's 2, just a baby." Iero responded, unable to stop the tears. I knew why he had chosen that number, the meaning behind it. He hadn't told the truth, but hadn't lied either. Frankie was 2 years old the last time Anthony had seen him. "Sorry, I love him very much and...miss him right now."
"Wh-why? Wh-where's he?" Frank mirrored his sadness.
"He..." And it was too much for Anthony. He got up and turned his back on us, struggling to stop crying. I was happy to see Greg come back.
"Tony, are you ok?" he abandoned the cups on the table and hurried to his boyfriend.
"Greg! Yes...what took you so long?" Tony wiped his eyes.
"Long line...." he stopped, looked at the shaken man and caressed his hair lovingly.
I didn't know whether they had accorded to hide their relationship from Frankie for the time being. We hadn't talked about it but whatever they had previously decided, in that instant Greg only took Tony's needs into consideration. He pecked at his lips and grabbed his hand to walk him back to his seat.
"Awwww!" Frank beamed. "G-greg's not your f-friend! He...he's your b-boyfriend!"
"Yes...I am! That was too obvious, wasn't it?" Greg laughed.
"Y-yes!"
" You were too obvious." Iero scoffed. "But I needed that, so I forgive you."
"I...I l-like boys t-too! W-we're all gay!" Frankie nearly screamed. He rarely used that term.
I tried to read Anthony's blank face and panicked. What if he put two and two together?
CHAPTER 52
I'd live and I'd die for you,
steal the sun from the sky for you.
Words can't say what a love can do,
I'll be there for you.
Anthony's illegible countenance mutated; but I saw no deception, concern or suspicion. He drank from his glass and looked engrossed in his own thoughts, melancholic, dispirited. Then, though his gaze was still somewhere else, he smiled faintly.
Greg, on the other hand, peered at me like seeking corroboration. The idea forming in his mind could be presumed through his stabbing green eyes, waiting for me to fully watch back as his hand messed with his nearly shaved, light hair. Although I felt tempted to lower my face even more, intimidated, I finally decided to comply. I endured his stare showing no fear, shame or regret. I smiled confidently, yet not cheekily, and I got a similar accepting smile in return. I wasn't certain of what had exactly happened, only that I'd somewhat defeated his mistrust once again.
None of us were speaking and some laughs could be heard around. Frankie was getting nervous, ignoring what his happy words had caused. Tony noticed this and took the boy's hand, and the way they both shivered at the same time was unreal.
"Honestly...I think it's better that you like boys, Frankie. Women bring trouble and are a big mystery. They're too good at hiding things and lying, so it's hard to know what they truly feel. I'm only talking about women as girlfriends and I don't mean that all of them are like that, of course. But, I believe gay men have an advantage. If you find a man who's brave enough to admit that he likes you and is not ashamed of what he feels for you, then you know he's true. That his feelings are genuine." he said to him, pouring out the internal hurt caused by betrayal but also the impact of that different, honest love he'd found later.
"B-boys can l-lie, too." Frankie noted, then shook his head and added something to 'himself'. "N-no he d-doesn't, no n-no."
Tony eyed him worried, but hid it when his son looked back at him waiting for an answer. "I wasn't very clear, sorry. Yes, of course boys can lie too. But...I guess you know that many people don't like seeing two boys together, and they sometimes say nasty things to them..."
"Y-yes, assholes. I..."
"I'll never understand why they mind, what do they care who other people fall in love with?" I threw in to stop Frankie from saying too much. I didn't want Tony to find out by accident, that wasn't the way.
"Exactly! But Frankie...if, in spite of all those assholes, a boy you like dares to take your hand while you're in the street or he kisses you in front of strangers, you can be sure that he really cares about you. He most probably loves you. It'd be unlikely for any boy to go through that otherwise. Sure, some might not dare just because they're shy, but if they do then there's no doubt." he spoke to Frankie from the heart, like any father would speak to his son. I was pleased to hear that he evidently thought him capable of loving and being loved. Tony knew that deep inside the boy in front of him wasn't a little kid; he saw the teenager hidden behind the childish behavior. Frankie enjoyed that just as much as being spoiled like a child, and his huge grin proved it.
I had drifted away with Anthony's words. Even if his opinions were maybe extremist due to his bad personal experience, those words had let me wondering. Had Gabriel ever really loved me as he'd say?
It wasn't the time to ponder about that, though, it didn't matter anymore. What did matter was what could fall from Frank's mouth at any moment if we didn't change the subject.
"Oh Anthony, Frankie loves music so he wanted to know about your band. They had a music teacher where he lived before, and he was very interested in learning to play instruments." I conveniently commented.
"Y-yes, the t-teacher let me p-play with them but...b-but the other k-kids said I was b-bad."
"I'm sure you weren't that bad, kids just like to be mean sometimes." Iero cheered him up.
"Y-yes I was b-bad, 'c-couldn't do what the t-teacher told me. T-tried and didn't w-work, but he never g-got angry and...and I l-liked to play the in-instruments anyway. I l-like drums a l-lot 'cause I c-can hit them the s-same when my h-hands are shaking. M-my hands are c-crappy and shake a l-lot, 'cause of the m-meds. Y-yeah. G-gee told you that I'm s-special 'cause my h-head's ill and b-broken and I need p-pills? P-pills make the ill-ness a little b-better but...b-but can't fix the b-broken-ess." Frank said messily. Anthony listened to him patiently and interested.
Some people would get visibly uncomfortable with the time Frankie took to speak. He didn't seem to notice, he loved talking and had learned to not rush because that only made it worse. I did detect the impatience in his listeners. It'd happen to Mikey sometimes, but not to Tony and Greg so far.
"Yes, Gerard told me that. He also told me that you're an awesome boy, and I agree." Tony ruffled Frankie's hair. His arms were aching to hug. His eyes were menacing to spill tears and that feeling of guilt was back to blear them.
"Guess what? I'm a drummer!" Greg remarked to light the mood. "One of these days I can let you play or even teach you if you want."
"Y-yes that w-would be so c-cool!" Frank applauded. I ignored the snickers coming from another table. "D-dunno if I c-can learn. I'm s-slow to learn things but w-wanna play."
"Don't worry about that, I have patience."
"You could also come hear our band -The Homeless Souls- play." the guitarist suggested.
"N-NO! N-no don't w-want to." Frankie exclaimed, making Anthony and Greg look at me confused. "Wh-when bands p-play there's much n-noise, I kn-know that. K-kids told m-me. D-don't like loud n-noises, n-no. P-please don't m-make me go!"
"It's ok, Frankie, we won't oblige you! But...you said you like drums and drums make a lot of noise." Tony questioned.
"I...d-dunno." Frank shrugged. "D-don't wanna g-go."
"It's fine when he's the one making the noise." I explained. "Otherwise he gets pretty scared. Same if he's in a place with many people close to each other or speaking at the same time. So yeah, I don't think that would be a good idea, sadly."
"L-low music and f-few people is o-okay." Frankie murmured, biting the spoon.
"Then I'll play guitar for you, it won't be loud I promise. And we could sing something. I'm not that good at it, but we could ask Jake for help."
"Wh-who's Jake?"
"He's the singer of the band. Do you like to sing?" Iero asked his son.
"Y-yes I l-love it. G-gee says I do it w-well, but the k-kids said I s-sucked. I d-didn't care 'cause...'cause it's f-fun and when I kn-know the songs I d-don't get stuck with w-words!"
"Then we'll do that, you can sing or play drums."
"An-and what will y-your boyfriend do?"
"Play the tambourine?" Greg pretended to be playing one and the two Ieros laughed. Even their laughs were similar.
"Y-yes, you do th-that."
We continued to discuss the band, the shows, and all the cities they had visited. Frankie wouldn't stop asking questions; wanting to know everybody's names, the description of the places they had played at, if people had liked the band and what their songs were about. Once in a while I'd catch him studying Anthony's face like he had the first moment he saw him. Tony's eyes shined every time it happened, and I could almost envision the words wanting to escape his lips. Then Greg would kiss him, or whisper in his ear to get him out of the trance while I tried to distract Frank so he'd quit the staring.
Half through the meeting, the poor boy's cold seemed to attack back. He began to sniff, sneeze and cough more often and he looked flushed; but his curiosity was stronger and he went on with the conversation. I had my heart in my mouth permanently, it could be a matter of seconds until Frankie mentioned that we were boyfriends. He told the two men about Puppy, Ray, my mother, Mikey, Bob, our garden and even the Martian plant and his other imaginary friends. He said that even though he knew the latest weren't real, he missed them the same when he didn't see them. He confessed that he had spotted the gnomes a few times during that week, which he hadn't told me. It worried me, since he had been also hearing that voice in his head again. Tony let me know that he shared my concern.
Next, Frank decided to relate what had happened the last time Bob stayed with him while I went out. He looked tired and sounded even worse, but still put enthusiasm in what he said and emphasized it with his hands.
"And...and th-then Bob op-opened the bag and...and h-had funny clothes in-inside."
"What kind of funny clothes?" Tony asked laughing.
"O-other things, too.Y-yeah. And the c-clothes were..." he suddenly stopped, watching something across from him. His bottom lip trembled like he was going to cry. The annoying laughter that we had heard all the time got louder; and when we followed Frank's gaze we discovered the source. Three kids from a near table were standing now behind Tony and Greg, which left them in front of Frankie. They were making faces at him, crossing their eyes and snickering.
"L-look! The g-gay retard's g-gonna cry!" the tallest mocked. Just then one of his friends saw us and prodded him.
"T-tell them to s-stop?" Frankie whispered.
"Fucking spoiled brats..." Anthony got up fuming and kicked his chair, stomping in the boys' direction.
"Tony...!" Greg ran after him, but he'd already grabbed one of the jokers by the collar of his t-shirt.
"Why the fuck did you have to do that?" Anthony screamed in the kid's face, spitting the words with a rage I would have never thought he could display.
"Hey dude, cool down! We were just...having fun." the scared boy said while his friends tried to get him free.
"Tony please, let him go. They're just kids, you know how they can be." Greg pleaded, tugging at his arm. The other didn't seem to see or hear him.
"So you have fun at other people's expense, laughing at them. IS THAT YOUR DAMN IDEA OF FUN?" he hit back.
"TONY! Do you wanna get into trouble right now? STOP!" his partner tried again. This time Anthony froze, his eyes shifted from him to Frankie -who was crying in my arms- and he released the boy. While Greg dragged him away, he turned to the three friends for a last warning.
"Better get out of my sight! I won't let anyone hurt my....friend."
"They won't bother you again, are you ok?" kneeling in front of his son, he brushed the hair out of his face. Frankie gasped and nodded.
"K-kids always l-laugh at me. Al-always, 'bout ev-everything. Th-they say I'm r-retarded and I'm n-not. Th-they don't s-see I'm...I'm just s-special, uh?" he spoke huskily. His cheeks were red and when he tucked his face under my chin I sensed that he was warm.
"They don't know you, that's why they say those kind of things. They're ignorant people who laugh at anyone who's different from them, they think they're better because they're the 'normal ones'. But what if you are the normal one?" Anthony suggested.
"I...I'm n-not normal, I kn-know that."
"Who says you're not? Think about this: is making fun of people and not giving a fuck if they're crying normal? Is laughing at other people's differences or defects normal?"
"N-no...that's w-wrong." Frank muttered.
"See? That's it. What they do is wrong, they are wrong. But you...you only have some...let's call them problems if you want, that are not your fault and make you different. Just different. Not less than anyone and definitely not worse or wrong. What's more...you're a nice, good boy who cares for people. So in that, you're better than them. And you're also cute, handsome and have very cool hair. I've been thinking of letting mine grow too, Greg says I'd look sexy..." Tony rambled, the randomness of that last part causing Frank to laugh and cough all at once. "You know what, kid? Fuck being normal, you're lucky to be special."
"Y-you think, T-tony?"
"Yep, so don't let the 'normal' assholes get you down, ok?"
"K-kay." he answered and looked at me. "D-don't feel too w-well."
"I think he has a fever." I said. Anthony rested his palm on Frank's forehead, startling him. There was like an electric current in between them every time they touched.
"Yeah, he does." he assented. "You have a car?"
"I didn't bring it, Frankie wanted to walk."
"Then we'll give you a ride, we have the van outside. Clothe him well, first." Tony advised.
He had to support Frank when I made him sit straight, because he was swaying. I wrapped the scarf around his neck also covering his nose and mouth, zipped the jacket all the way up and lowered the hood on his head.
"I'm gonna go get our van and wait for you at the door." Greg quickly kissed Anthony and left. I was going to get up with Frankie in my arms when his dad stopped me.
"I don't think that's good for your shoulder. I'll do it."
"Oh, it's fine, I carry him very often anyway."
"But I'm here now, so you don't have to." he insisted.
"Are you sure?"
"Please." he added, and the supplication was reflected in his clear eyes.
"Uh I...I'm f-fat...h-heavy." Frankie babbled as the man lifted him with the same care as if he was a baby.
"No you're not. Hold on tight so you don't fall." he indicated. Frankie threw his arms around Tony's shoulders, leaning his feverish head on them too; his legs locked on his carrier's hips. Before he started to walk, Anthony gave himself a few seconds to grasp the importance of the situation: sixteen years later, his son was in his arms again. He hugged him, tears running down freely now that Frankie couldn't see them. His hands soothingly rubbed the boy's back, though it was himself who needed to calm down. By the way in which he was breathing, I was sure that his heart was running at miles per second.
I climbed into the back of the van. Tony vacillated, but finally deposited Frank on my lap, who snuggled in my arms right away and closed his eyes.
"He adores you." Anthony smiled, wiping away his tears.
"He'll get to adore you too, the energy between you can be felt from far away. He likes you."
"Oh, you noticed? It was...incredible, overwhelming." he expressed dreamily, catching the new tears as they were produced. "But...I wasn't talking about me. What Frankie feels for you can't be replaced."
And with that, he kissed my head paternally and sat beside us. Frankie was either asleep or too groggy to respond to anything that happened around him. I didn't ask Anthony what he had meant, but it occurred to me that maybe he didn't need us to tell him what kind of relationship Frankie and I had. Maybe our bond was as tangible as theirs.
"Don't you wanna go in the front with Greg?" I questioned.
"He understands...I need some more minutes with Frankie, even if it's only to watch him sleep." he murmured. "Do you have something to give him when you get home?"
"Uh...no, I don't think I do. I've been giving him aspirins since it was just a cold so far."
"Greg!" Tony called the one behind the wheel. "Would you stop by a pharmacy?"
"Ok! I think there's one two blocks from here, right Gerard? We don't know this town that much."
"Yes, just follow this same avenue, it's on the left. And thanks."
"Gerard...'thanks' is unneeded here." Iero smiled.
After he bought an anti-febrile syrup for Frankie and some other stuff just in case, I gave them directions and they took us home. Tony gladly offered to carry Frank inside, and as we got into the house I instructed him to leave him on the couch. We got him rid of the extra clothing, covered him with a blanket and checked his temperature. It was high, but not dangerously so.
"You should get him to drink the syrup while he's awake." Tony reminded me.
"You're right, let me get a spoon." I went for it and carefully poured the reddish substance. It was for kids and smelled sweet. "Frankie, take this so you'll feel better"
"N-no I don't w-want anything." he groaned and hid behind a cushion.
"It's just a spoonful of it, and I'm sure it doesn't taste bad. Come on, then you can go back to sleep."
"N-no, get off!"
"Frankie," I sighed while Tony made him sit. "open your mouth."
"N-NO!" he shouted, and then coughed and whined grabbing his head. "H-head hurts, sh-shut up and l-leave me alone. An-and you sh-shut up too, d-don't wanna h-hear you."
"Drink this and your head will get better." I neared the spoon and he slapped my hand, sending it flying and scattering the syrup on our faces and the floor.
"T-told you I d-don't want to." he stated. Anthony saw my defeat.
"Let me try." he filled the spoon again, keeping it at a safe distance from Frank.
"Frankie, you have a fever, that's why you feel so shitty and your head hurts. This will make it better. You drink it and we won't bother you anymore and you can lie down again."
"B-but...no..." he sniffed.
"Come on, you're a big boy." Tony tried, but Frank wouldn't yield. "It's strawberry flavor....Gerard told me it's your favorite."
"Y-you're lying."
"No, I'm not lying. I'd tell you to smell it, but you probably can't smell anything right now."
"N-no, n-nose's stuffed."
"Then try it, if it's not strawberry you can throw the rest to my face." Iero proposed. Frank observed the spoon distrustfully, only slightly sipping at the syrup. "So, Frankie?"
"It...it's s-strawberry. T-tastes good, y-yeah." he admitted, then closed his eyes and screamed. "Y-YES IT IS, YOU KN-KNOW NOTHING, I T-TRIED IT! G-gonna drink it all to f-feel better."
"Don't listen to him." Tony said, understanding what was happening. "Drink it all...good."
"C-can I sleep n-now?"
"Yep. Bye, Frankie, I'll see you again very soon." he kissed the boy's head. Before he walked away, Frank beckoned him.
"B-bye, Tony. Y-you're cool." he kissed his cheek.
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