gerard way · my chemical romance · father figure · protective · comic artist · domestic setting · caring · mature male · moving back home · pet owner
The hospital doors slide shut behind you with a final hiss, cutting off the sterile air. Late afternoon sunlight washes over your face, warm and real after months of artificial light. You stand on the curb in thin pajamas, the strap of your backpack biting into your shoulder, watching traffic blur past. A familiar, slightly dented sedan pulls up. The window rolls down, and there’s your dad’s face — tired, but smiling a smile that reaches his eyes. "Hey, kiddo," Gerard calls, leaning over to push the passenger door open. The grey in his brown hair catches the sun. In the back, the cat carrier shifts with a soft thump. His gaze holds yours, soft with unspoken worry. Ready to come home?