Pete's eyes are a dark brown in front of Patrick, but neither say a word to one another.

He's not here to talk to him. They're here so Gerard can talk to Mikey, and maybe to Pete. Patrick's not entirely sure, and he doesn't really care. But he came along because he had nothing better to do and he kind of wanted to meet Mikey.

"Gerard? What do you want?" Pete asks, a passive agressive tone in his voice.

"I want to talk to Mikey, Ryan Ross, Pete. Chill," Gerard sighs, rolling his eyes.

Pete sighs, but opens the door, letting Patrick and Gerard through despite his reluctance to do so. The house is small and compact, just a little bigger than an apartment. Patrick swallows uncomfortably as Gerard leads him through the entryway to the living room. A couple couches sit there on a tan carpet with a TV across from them. He doesn't have much time to look before Gerard's grabbing his hand and pulling him farther in towards a small room.

As soon as the door opens, Patrick gasps and steps back a little.

It looks like the room in Gerard's basement. Viles and herbs line the walls. Charms of different sorts hang from the ceiling and an altar sits at the very end of the room.

Patrick spots a man with bright white wings standing beside a table with a mortar and pestle, grinding some herbs into powder. He wears white glasses on the bridge of his nose, a sharp jawline crosses below his ear, a beanie on light brown hair. Those are the main details that stand out to Patrick. The ones that might set him different from everyone else.

He's shirtless, too, and Patrick looks away before his eyes even touch the man's chest even though he is kind of tempted. But he doesn't know how he'll react, if he'll pull a gun, force him to his knees. So Patrick just keeps his eyes and hands to himself (besides the one in Gerard's hand).

"Hey," Gerard starts awkwardly, shifting on his feet.

Mikey looks up, and gives a small smile but it's obvious he doesn't smile much, "Hey, Gee. How are you? Who's this?"

Gerard pulls Patrick forward a little making the boy jump but quickly relax, finally looking up at Mikey, "I'm doing fine. This is Patrick. Patrick, this is Mikey. My brother."

Mikey pulls away from the table and holds out his hand out to Patrick, "Nice to meet you, Man. Gerard's told me a lot about you. And so has Pete. Uh... don't let him get to you, though, he's a bit of a bastard."

"Hey!" Pete growls.

Mikey gives a bland look, "sorry, honey."

Pete bares his fangs in mock intimidation, Patrick finds himself smiling the slightest as he lets go of Mikey's hand.

"Thanks," Patrick smiles the slightest.

"So, have you taken care of him yet?" Pete asks Gerard. Patrick immediately knows who he's referring to and shrinks back again.

"Don't rush me. Look, guys, there's something that I found out that... I mean..." Gerard bites his lip and hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I think I'm his guardian angel. Remember when Ryan assigned me a human that I would fall in love with? And I would have to watch... y'know... die...? I think Patrick's him."

Pete's eyebrows raise sharply, Mikey only blinks, "So you two are a thing?"

"N-No!" Patrick quickly cuts in, "Not yet at least."

Gerard presses a hand to Patrick's shoulder, "It's still kind of a mess."

"How so?" Pete asks.

Patrick immediately flashes him a dangerous look, "None of your fucking business."

Pete raises his eyebrows but backs off, remaining silent afterwards and lowering his eyes.

"Okay. But it's definitely a possibility," Mikey replies, "Look, Man. I totally get the whole guardian angel thing, but if you," he gestured to Patrick, "tell anyone at all, we'll all be screwed."

"I won't. It's not like I even know anyone who's human anymore," Patrick mumbles.

Mikey sighs and turns back to his herbs, "Okay."

"Did you hear about Will's boyfriend?" Pete asks, changing the subject.

Gerard frowns, turning to Pete, "Will's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he was killed by a vampire, Dude. Word got around fast. Apparently Will's super pissed and he's trying to track down who killed him," Pete replies.

"Who's his boyfriend?" Gerard replies.

"Travie McCoy."

Patrick chokes on air, eyes widening. He knew they'd been talking about a William Beckett when they met up at the club, but what Patrick didn't know was that their William Beckett was the same as his William Beckett.

"Shit, what?" Gerard yelps.

"Do you know who did it?" Mikey replies.

Gerard rubs his temples in circles for a moment then nods, "Me."

Pete blinks and Mikey's eyes widen, "Dude, you know he has a fuckin' army behind him? Those are some dangerous fuckin' guys."

"I know they are. It's fine, we'll get it taken care of," Gerard groans, looking back up, "As for now, we'll be sure to keep hidden."

Patrick nods absentmindedly, sinking closer to Gerard's side as he just processes that. Gerard pulls him closer in defense and keeps him there, tight at his side.

"If you need to stay here, you know it's totally fine," Mikey offers.

"It'll be fine," Gerard smiles softly.

Mikey sighs, then nods, turning back to his herbs, "I have more of the mixture of you need it."

"Perfect, that's what I came for," Gerard says, coming forward and taking the small bag of ingredients from Mikey, Patrick leaves almost as soon as Gerard is gone from his side, heading out and probably to the living room or the bathroom.

As soon as Gerard has the bag, he looks to the door with a worried expression, "We should probably get going."

"Be careful out there, Okay? I don't want you to get killed," Mikey warns lightly.

"I won't," Gerard smiles softly, "Promise."

Mikey hugs him close, "love you, Man."

"Love you, too," Gerard replies, patting him on the back and pulling away. He leaves the room after. Staccato nod to Pete, and makes his way into the living room to search for Patrick.

The boy is sitting huddled over on the couch with his hands gripping each other and his eyes distant, tears falling from his cheeks. Gerard's heart breaks for the boy. He knows how bad it must have been living on the streets for so long.

He kneels down in front of him, hands gently resting on his knees. Patrick lets out a choking sound and more tears begin to fall down his cheeks but he doesn't say a word.

"You okay?" Gerard asks softly.

"Does it fucking look like I'm okay?" Patrick snaps, "I... What if he finds me? A-and he hurts me like he did before. I d-don't wanna die."

"He's not gonna find you," Gerard whispers, "I swear on my life you won't die. I'm your guardian angel for a reason."

Patrick feels Gerard's thumbs wiping away his tears, "How do you know you're my guardian angel in the first place and not just a fucking stranger?"

Gerard searched his eyes for a moment, slightly hurt, but it passes soon after as he smiles softly and leaned up a little, "Becuase of this."

Their lips touch, Gerard holds Patrick there and he knows the other boy's eyes are wide open in surprise.

Patrick melts, though, his guard goes down and when he realizes Gerard means no danger, he begins to kiss back, moving his lips against the angel's and grasping the dark hair.

Gerard's lips taste of blood and coffee, but Patrick doesn't mind, he just licks up the taste while Gerard does the same with the taste of strawberries.

Patrick is the first to pull away, staring with half-lidded eyes at Gerard.

"I love you," Gerard whispers.

"Still not sure, but I'll give it some thought," Patrick smiles gently.