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It's late.

Late enough that Gerard wonders if this is the best idea. Maybe he should've called a cab? He doesn't know. He knows the bus will come, and his portfolio is big - it's easier to take it on the bus at this point. He doesn't want it bent or folded or otherwise threatened in the close confines of the back seat of a cab.

He sighs and rubs his hair - fluffy and black - and looks around again. Some fog is rolling in and he feels like he could be in a video game.

"Pretty sure this is how people get murdered," he mumbles.

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"Nawh," says Jack, from his position on the other side of the stop, bag at his feet. He flashes a grin at the guy on the otherside of the bustop. "I've been here every night this week and I haven't even seen one homicide."

He jumps a mile and grabs his portfolio like it's going to save him.

"Shit," he hisses, dropping back onto the bench. "Shit, man. Don't fuckin' scare people that's how you end up homicided."

He pushes his hair back and lolls his head to look up at the street lamp. Then he picks his head up. "Every night?"

"Yeah," says Jack, glancing towards the hospital in the distance. Jillie's back in, but only for a short while this time, just a med adjustment. "Visiting hours."

Gerard lifts an eyebrow. "Don't they do those during like... the day time? Like before late-ass-o'clock?"

"Maybe for some people, yeah. My sister's different." He smiles. "Also, if there's still tea-shops open in the Castro, I'm pretty sure your definition of late-ass is different from mine."

"Late-ass to be sitting waiting for a bus in the foggy dark," he shoots back. "I know those tea shops intimately. I mean, the ones that serve coffee."

"Oh, intimately, is it?" says Jack, raising an eyebrow and wondering closer. "You know, if you're drinking coffee in those shops, you're not doing it right."

Gerard lifts an eyebrow right back. "Whoa there. I'm sure tea is lovely and all but I don't play with my caffeinated beverages."

"You're not from California, are you?" says Jack, smirking as he leans his shoulder against the shelter, turning his body to face this guy - who is pretty freaking cute. "It's not about the caffeine, man. It's about the journey. Caffeine's for breakfast time."

"Dude are you even." He stares. "I'm from New Jersey," he answers, almost like it's a challenge. "My journey requires copious amounts of not sleeping, so. I would pull around an IV of coffee if I didn't have a thing about needles being in me."

Jack rolls his eyes.

"Mindfulness, man. It's helpful." He holds out a hand, on impulse. "Jack Vincent."

Gee makes a face. "I have selective mindfulness." He accepts the offered hand, though. "Gerard Way," he answers.

"Good to meet you, Gee," says Jack, flashing an easy smile. "Let me buy a tea or you got somewhere to be?"

"Gerard," he corrects, eyeing the guy, who is a total stranger. A total, hot stranger, offering to buy him tea. Then he flaps his hand a bit.

"Not really, was gonna bring this home but if you wanna haul it for me I'll go have tea with you."

He pats his big portfolio folder.

"Gerard," echoes Jack, holding his hands up in apology before he holds one out for Gerard's art folder. "Sure. Let me have it."

On 19 August 2016 at 20:39, afabulouskilljoy - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

He hands it over - it's a bit unwieldy but it does have a handle. Gerard's just a little too short for that to work. He looks over as lights cut through the fog. "Guess that's our ride?"

"One thing you can say for the Night Owl is that it always runs," says Jack, rolling his eyes and grinning as he slings his bag on his shoulder. "Just not always on time."

He grins a little and grabs his pass out of his pocket. He flashes it to the driver and waits for Jack Vincent to join him. The bus is mostly empty.

"So we're hitting the Castro for tea?"

"Yeah," says Jack, dropping down into the seat next to him and tugging his beanie off. He settles into the chair and glances over. "If you'll open yourself up to tea."

"I'll think about it," he says, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Then he grins and lolls his head back. 'I don't even know what time it is... pretty sure it's a Wednesday though. Is it Wednesday?"

In the harsh light of the bus he's wearing dark jeans with paint smatters or ink or something, and a t-shirt that's currently hidden by a hoodie. His hands have black smudges on them.

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"Yeah, still Wednesday for a couple of hours," says Jack, his eyes drifting over Gerard, taking in the paint stains, the tell-tale hints. "Why so out of time, spaceman?"

"The studio I was working in didn't have windows, kinda makes you lose time." He rubs his hair and pushes it back. "I can't remember what time I went in, either, so it could've been a while ago." He laughs and rolls his eyes.

"And you.... were doing visiting hours at the hospital."

"Yeah," says Jack, nodding. He rubs his fingers through his dark hair, short on the side of his head. "My sister. Can we..." He frowns. "Can we not talk about that just yet?"

Gee holds his hands up. "Don't need to tell me shit, I'm a total stranger," he says. He doesn't want Jack to feel like he needs to divulge a life story. That would be fucked up.

"Sometimes it's good to talk things through with a total stranger," says Jack, rolling his shoulders under his leather jacket in a lazy shrug. "No baggage, nothing to lose."