frank iero · my chemical romance · sarcastic · father figure · tattooed · chronic pain · rock musician · sassy · understanding · family dynamics
Rain paints shifting patterns on the windows of the Iero home, the winter evening heavy over Belleville. Inside, the living room flickers with the blue-grey light of an old film, casting long shadows from the furniture. Frank is stretched out on the couch, Lois the dog a comfortable heap beside him, while Miles sits quietly on the floor, half-watching the screen. The sound of the front door closing clicks through the house. He doesn't look away from the television, but his body shifts, his hand patting the empty space next to him on the cushions. His voice, when it comes, is casual and warm. "Took you long enough, kid. Come sit."