"Rickster, do you wanna read through some fan letters?" Pete asked attempting to get the younger man out of his bunk, Patrick ignored Pete's seventh desperate attempt to get him out of his bunk. (For this tour Pete and Patrick had  their own bus, Joe and Andy had one and a last one for the crew members of course Bronx was with Pete and Patrick) Patrick groaned loudly then shut his laptop and emerged from his bunk "fine"
"Gimme your blanket, I'm cold!" Patrick groaned to the older man as he zipped up his (Andy's) Crossfit hoodie, Pete laughed and wrapped the thick neon pink blanket around Patrick, "you are always cold these days, whats wrong." A scoff left Patrick's plump lips, his best friend hadn't noticed his eating habits, his always shaking body that was boney and thinner than a dime, he hadn't noticed that Patrick would run for an hour everyday and almost always ended up passing out after shows. "You know whats wrong Wentz,, don't play dumb" the younger boy muttered into the crook of Pete neck where his head was rested, Pete's strong arms pulled Patrick's weak body into a tight embrace "of course I know whats wrong ''Trick, I'm just wondering if you do?" Pete's usual loud and annoying voice was soft, he spoke like Patrick was a porcelain doll that needed to be encased with bubble wrap and protected. Patrick bottom lip starts to tremble, he nuzzles Pete's chest and mumbles "I love you". Pete sighs and runs his long fingers through Patrick's broken and thin hair "I love you isn't going to change much Lunchbox".

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