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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, Killjoy, frerard_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Frank_Iero, Gerard_Way, Mikey_Way, Ray_Toro, Bob_Bryar
  Additional Tags:
      Frerard
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-06 Updated: 2015-11-17 Chapters: 5/? Words: 5270
****** Room-mates [Frerard] ******
by Gold_Trash
Summary
     The Way brothers have been sent to a private school, when a new wave
     of students come in Gerard has to share a room with Frank Iero. The
     two surprisingly have a lot in common. Despite hardly knowing
     anything about him, Gerard is drawn to Frank. And with demons
     fighting inside and the uncertainty of his feelings, Gerard is drawn
     into dark secrets, drugs, and another lover….
***** Running From Lions *****
Part One: What’s the Difference between a Nightmare and a Bad Decision? (Gerard
Way)
Chapter One: Running from Lions
My breath comes in short, heavy bursts. Terror has sunk into every tiny crook
and cranny in my brain. I have no idea what I’m running from, but I can’t think
about that, my life depends on it. Pounding my feet hard against the ground, I
push every ounce of energy in my body to carry me onward. A smothering hot
breath is on my neck sending goose prickles to my arms, as every hair stands at
attention. Fright freezes my muscles causing me to stumble. No. No! NO! I
cannot fall. My heart feels as though it could burst out of fright. Searing
pain shoots through my knees making my calves and feet go numb as hit hard,
cold dirt. I fumble helplessly in the pale light trying desperately to regain
footing. Just as I think I have footing to push myself off the earth a cold,
leathery hand grabs my by the waist. The clammy hand and vicious nails wrap
around my torso as if I were a helpless baby kitten. Screaming at the top of my
lungs I struggle against the cruel hand. My cries are unheard, not even by me.
Whimpering silently in pain claws dig into my flesh, tearing it like paper.
Flailing I am pulled into the air than I am falling… falling… falling…
Drenched in sweat, I wake up struggling. I fight desperately against my bedding
until embarrassed I realize that I have awoken from the nightmare. I quickly
glance over to the bed sitting across the room, glad that my roommate’s first
impression of me isn’t me waking from a bad dream. That thought quickly
vanishes into, “sooner or later he would have realized how bad I sleep.” It’s
seven at night and I really thought the new transfer students would have been
here by now. I was told this morning that someone would be moving in with me to
save room. It made no sense considering they wouldn’t let me and Mikey share a
room when our parents transferred us last fall.
Snakingly getting up I walk to the bathroom for a cool drink of water. Maybe
that will settle my nerves that are still on edge. Setting the glass on the
edge of the sink I quickly splash some water on my face the dry it off. With a
sigh I grab my glass of water and walk into the bedroom almost dropping it when
I see my roommate has finally arrived.
“H-hi”, I stutter weakly, recovering quickly from the shock. If there is one
thing nightmares are good for it is teaching you to keep light on your feet.
“Oh, hi”, he replies. I take a quick assessment of him as he takes his
earphones out and sets his luggage down. Guitar, lip ring, skinny jeans;
everything black. All excluding his eyes, but he has no control over that. His
hair is black too, but that looks natural and not dyed.
“The closet is big so feel free to put all your clothes and some of your other
stuff in there”, I say to avoid an awkward silence. “I’m Frank by the way”, he
speaks quietly while outstretching a hand. “Gerard”, I’m guessing he has a
quiet voice, because everything he has said so far has been very soft, and he’s
a very small guy in general. Not in a midget way, more of in a cute way.
Confused as to why he isn’t shaking my hand I look and realize I’m still
holding the glass of water. Cussing under my breath I set the drink on my
nightstand, yet when I turn around Frank is no longer wanting a handshake, so I
stand there uncomfortably.
“Do you need a tour of the school?”
“Since tomorrow is Friday I was told I could find my way around, then start
school on Monday.” He gives a casual shrug of his shoulders
“Do you want me to show you around?”
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that! You can go to class, I think I can figure it
out.” He avoids looking me in the eyes, going back to his unpacking.
“No really it’s okay. Missing one day of class won’t hurt anything. It probably
won’t even take the whole day, just an hour or two.”
“Really you’ll do that?” Genuine surprise fills his voice.
“Yeah, no problem.”
“Okay thanks.”
“Yeah. I’ll just check in with my teachers and tell them I’m giving my new
roommate a tour.”
“Okay. Cool. Thanks again.”
I chose then to go check on my brother Mikey across campus. I really wasn’t the
best of making small talk, and with the way that conversation was going it was
about to become all ‘yeahs’ and ‘okays’. Reaching my brothers dorm I let myself
in and head up to the third floor. As I walk down the hall I slow a little
remembering that Mikey will also have a new roommate. As wonder if he is as
mysterious as mine.
I decide against barging in not wanting to make a bad impression on the new
guy, so I knock instead. “Come in,” Mikey replies immediately. I notice right
away with the extra stuff cluttering the floor that my brother’s roommate is
here. I automatically like him seeing an Iron Maiden t-shirt on the vacant bed
opposite of Mikey’s. “Hey! You must be Mikes brother! Nice to meet you!” Before
I can really comprehend what is going on a big guy with lots of curly hair
grabs my hand and gives it a few pumps. “Uh, hi,” I say lamely, “You are?” “The
name’s Ray. Mikey over here has told me what a great artist you are, apparently
all these pictures are yours?” He asks gesturing to the two walls that Mikey
has completely covered with drawings and paintings I’ve done for him. What my
room lacks in color and spirit, Mikes makes up for.
“Yeah, I draw a bit,” I say not to leave him hanging, “Our parents thought we’d
do better in an art school. You and Mikey will probably have guitar together,”
I add taking note of his line of very expensive guitars laid up against his
bed. Mikey, who has been silent until now says, “Yeah, I was going to take him
on a tour of the school tomorrow. How’s your roommate?”
“He’s fine I guess. Kind of quiet though.” I frown slightly remembering the
short encounter earlier with Frank, “He’ll might in guitar with you guys,” I
remember that he too owned a guitar. I seemed to be the only one around here
not at this school for music. I liked listening and a few teachers said I had a
good voice, but I wasn’t an outgoing guy. Anyways I really liked being an art.
It was a natural talent I enjoyed.
I head out the door to my own room seeing that Ray and Mikey are in a deep
discussion about something. I’m glad to see their getting along, I was really
afraid that he would end up with some asshole guy.
I creep quietly into my room and try very hard not to make any noise once I
notice that Frank is sound asleep. A quarter past nine! Was I really gone that
long? Wanting to give Frank a good day tomorrow I decide to try and sleep
despite the nightmare earlier. Swallowing a handful of the pills under my bed I
hope for a dreamless sleep as I quickly fade out of consciousness.
***** One in the Chamber *****
Luckily I don’t remember any dreams I had, but I do remember the look on Franks
face when I woke up. It was a look of complete worry. Apparently he had tried
to wake me up, but I was dead too the world. “I- I thought you were d-dead,” he
stammers crouching beside my bed this morning, “You didn’t even wake when I
shook you.” Of course I didn’t. That is what the pills were for, but I couldn’t
tell Frank this, with that look on his face? No way, I didn’t want him to be
scared for me when he could be having fun with other things. So all I tell him
is that I am a heavy sleeper. Which is a dead faced lie for sure.
I fumble to get dressed, and throw some water on my face, it’s too late for a
shower now. Then I head to the cafeteria building were Frank said he would be.
Halfway there I decide it would save more to tell my teachers that I will be
gone. By the time I do make it to the cafeteria the bell has already rung and
there is only a few students left eating. Frank is waiting for me at a back
table with a cup of coffee in his hands.
‘Where do you want to start?” I ask.
“I don’t know, don’t you want to eat something first?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Anyone every tell you that’s not healthy?” His lips are hinting at a smile.
“What?” I ask innocently.
He smirks a little, but his mood swiftly veers back to serious, “I haven’t seen
you eat anything since I’ve been here.” Dodging his comment that he obviously
wants answered I say, “I eat, occasionally.” I really don’t want to explain
that food doesn’t go well with my pills. Frank gives me a look that says I know
there is more to that. It makes me uneasy, because that is the same look I get
from Mikey when I lie. It’s like he sees straight through my lie, and I’m not
really comfortable with someone I barely met being able to tell that much about
me. Unable to take it anymore, I go get coffee. I can tell Frank would’ve liked
me to get more but he only says, “We should probably start at the dorm section
of campus since that is really the only place I’ve been.”
So we take a stroll back to the dorms. “Where did you go last night? I turned
around and you were gone.” “Over there,” I say pointing in the direction of
Mikey’s dorm, “My brother who is a couple years younger than me got a new
roommate too yesterday. I went to meet him, I check up on my brother every few
days anyway.” Frank keeps his unrelenting hazel eyes on me the whole time I
explain. I’m kind of unused to anyone caring that much about me except Mikey.
What’s really weird is he seems to actually mean it.
I fling my hand in direction of the regular school building, “That is where
you’ll take your regular classes, math and such. Then turning towards some
smaller buildings, “Each one of those buildings is a special art. The art
classes here are longer than common core ones. I’m in what is called the visual
arts, drawing and such. I’m guessing your field is music, because of your
guitar.” I try to avoid those piercing eyes of his, kind and gentle as they,
I’m don’t get looked at that a lot. “Yeah, I’m in music. I’m pretty good, I’m
just not good at being center stage.” “That’s OK,” I feel the need to comfort
him, “Neither is Mikey, my brother. Speaking of that, since there isn’t a lot
of students here you and Mikey will most likely be in the same class.” He
smiles, “Maybe you could introduce us?” He gives another shy smile, I’m
starting to really like those moments. It kind of makes me want to smile also.
“Yeah no problem.”
Once we finish the tour we walk back to the dorm. “I should get to class now,
I’ll be back later,” I glance once more at his small figure before turning to
leave. “Gerard…” I turn back to him. “Why don’t you have any drawings hanging
on the walls?” He disappears into our room before I can answer the question. I
speculate how I could answer that question. Mikey has lots of my drawings
hanging on his wall. I know I could decorate, I guess that would make my
reality here real. It wasn’t that school here was bad. I did ok in classes, I
never got anything below an A+ in art. No it wasn’t that. It was the
nightmares. You would think living in a crime neighborhood would cause more
nightmares. It did cause a lot, but ever since I came here they have gotten a
hundred times worse. Without the pills I can’t get any sleep at all. Mikey
would freak if he found out about the pills. Or even if he knew about the
alcohol or cigarettes. I don’t want Mikes to worry, he seems to be very happy
here. I want my little brother to be happy.
A drizzle of rain is what it takes to wake me from my trance. I leave the dorm
and instead of heading to class I find a quiet corner of campus to finish my
coffee. I still haven’t calmed down so I pull a pack of cigarettes and a
lighter out of my bag. It’s a good thing teachers don’t go through bags.
Lighting one and taking a drag I instantly feel my nerves start to calm. By the
end of the smoke I’m ready to rejoin the world.
*****
Later after class I take a speedy visit to Mikey and Ray telling them to try
and be really friendly to Frank on Monday. Mikey tells me there is a party
tonight hosted by someone in public school, but everybody’s allowed. I don’t
like parties except for the drinks, but I decide it might be a good idea to
bring Frank and have him meet the guys. Ray and I may not be close, but I
already have a really good opinion of him and I think he would be really
welcoming to Frank. It’s weird I barely know my roommate yet I feel this urge
to look out for him.
I shove my key into the lock and open the door. Frank is lounging on his bed
strumming his guitar. Seeing me he places the guitar on the ground beside the
bed. “Hey.” “Hi, I talked to Mikes he said there’s a party tonight. We could go
and you could get acquainted with some people. Mikey is really excited to meet
you.” Frank nervously starts to fiddle with his hair, “Um… That’s nice of
him….. I’m just not much of a party person…” He trails off getting a worried
look in his eyes. “You don’t have to stay long, just long enough that Mikey and
Ray can meet you, I’m not much of a party person either so you won’t get any
argument out of me to go home.” That makes his lips turn up barely. “Besides it
might break Mikes heart if you don’t come see him. He’s a sensitive guy.”
Making a pouty face he gives a light laugh and gives in.
***** Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have without Taking Her Clthes Off *****
I could tell Frank and I had the very same opinion about this the second we
arrived at the party, way too many people. Frank shakily was toying with the
hair on the back of his neck. Gently touching his shoulder, I give him what I
hope is a reassuring smile. He tries to return it, but doubt is written all
over his face. “Let’s get this over with,” I say leading Frank to the backyard
where Mikey is supposed to be. At least we don’t have to search for him. He
stands at the edge of an expensive patio talking with frank and some other
blonde punk rock dude. “Hey Mikes.” “Geeeeeee,” he uses a very old nickname
slurred out to make cringe. He’s had too much to drink I can tell that already.
“Where’s Fwrannnnk?” I reach to steady him as he takes a couple clumsy steps.
“Right here,” Frank replies emerging from his hiding spot behind me. While
those guys get acquainted I search for a drink. A nearby lady sees me looking
and comes over to give me a bottle of Vodka. If this is what these people are
serving it’s no wonder everyone is already bouncing off walls.
Suddenly aware of how many people are around me I take a big swig from the
bottle. Then I turn back to where I left Frank with my brother. Frank is still
standing there, but he isn’t engaging in conversation. Seeing how uncomfortable
he is I lead him off to a vacant corner of grass and I flop down. I pat the
grass next to me, but instead of sitting on the grass he sits on me. He isn’t
heavy so I don’t mind. He appears very worked up over the amount of people here
so I hand him my bottle. He takes it gladly. After he has a drink I have
another one myself. I lean back against something stone, allowing Frank to
situate himself on my lap. His legs lightly laying over mine, back against my
chest, and soft hair tickling the side of my neck.
Seeing him, and feeling him there leaning against me, stirs something in me,
with the alcohol making me bold. Smoothly I reach up and stroke his soft, black
hair. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything I think he likes it with the way he
leans his head on my shoulder. A short while of stroking and him not objecting,
pushes me on. I slide my other hand slightly under his shirt rubbing my thumb
across his stomach. He arches his back a little. I rub him just a little bit
harder. His body stiffens against me. Not sure if that is good or bad.
Teasingly I scrape my nail against his smooth skin. His breath hitches. I slide
my hand lower so that my pinky is under the waistline of his jeans. He presses
his head harder into my neck, eyes closed and lips barely parted.
I know I should stop, I’ve already gone too far, but something about the look
of pleasure on his face makes I lose control. Not being gentle, I scratch his
side with my thumb. A small noise escapes his lips, but I barely hear it. Not
willing to stop I scrape three fingers of my hand across his flat stomach. This
time he gives a very audible moan, his body pressing harder against me with an
enticing pressure. Eager to feel that again, I scratch him harder. He moans
even louder, sending my whole body into a frenzy of ecstasy.
Using the hand that was stroking his hair I push a few strands away from his
ear bring my lips to his skin. Still moaning he tilts his head wanting more, so
I let my hands fall to his hips tightly pulling him against me, while my lips
place a series of kisses behind his ear and down his neck. His moans have
continuously grown louder, but when I kiss his neck like that I’m sure the
whole yard can hear him. His fingers lace through mine holding tightly to his
hips.
Someone loudly clears their throat. I reluctantly take my lips from Frank, and
look up at the serving lady. “I’m going to have to ask you to find somewhere
else to do that,” she states then walks off. Sliding a shocked Frank off my
lap, I get up and dust myself off. The bottle of Vodka is laying on the grass
with another one just like it, they both are empty. Huh, I don’t remember that.
I look down at frank with an adorable startled expression, mussed hair, big doe
eyes, and lips in the same position as they were before we were interrupted.
Every nerve in my body wants to continue vigorously, but my head is pounding. I
offer him a hand, “C’mon, we should get back to the dorm.” He grabs my hand and
agrees.
***** Where Did the Party Go *****
Pain everywhere. That is the first thing I know when I wake up the following
morning. I shoot up in bed. What the Hell was I thinking?! I was all over Frank
last night. I was practically kissing him! I just met him a few days ago. He
probably thinks I’m a pervert now. Way to make a good impression Gerard. Way to
go. I pull the covers over my head not wanting to face Frank. Yes, it did seem
like he was enjoying it, but really?! What was I thinking?! I didn’t do things
like that to girls nevertheless to my male roommate that hasn’t even been here
for a week. What am I supposed to say to him?
Someone is knocking on the door. “Gerard! You said you’d come with us to the
music store,” Mikey whines through the door. Oh no, with everything going on
with Frank I completely forgot every other conversation I had. I don’t remember
promising Mikey anything, but I probably did. “I’ll be back in ten minutes, and
you better be ready,” Mikey yells through the door. I guess I have to get up.
Stumbling out of bed I go to the bathroom needing a shower. And I almost run
into Frank, who happens to be standing at the bathroom sink. An awkward, deadly
silence falls as we stare at each other. I take a deep breath trying to calm
down. Heaven knows what he thinks of me. Unable to take it anymore, more
Frank’s deep eyes than the silence, I finally speak, “So, what do you remember
from last night?”
“It’s a bit of a blur….”
“Do you remember anything?” His eyes show he remembers something.
“One thing does stand out… At first I thought it was just a dream, but…”
“But…?”
Frank lifts the hem of his pajama shirt to reveal scratch marks all over his
sides and stomach. I gulp, remembering me drawing my nails along his skin. I
look at the deepest ones that run horizontally across his stomach, and I
remember him moaning. No! I can’t think about that. I hurt him! How could I do
that?! A fresh wave of guilt washes over me. I almost fall over it is so
strong. I reach out to grab the sink, barely missing it. As I fall to my knees
Frank grabs me under the arms and slowly lowers me to the ground.
“Gerard?” He asks worry covering his voice and filling every inch of his face.
I turn away from him fighting off tears. “Please. I’m so sorry. Just look at me
Gee….” He must have heard that from Mikey, nut wherever he learned it aside it
makes me cry. What does he have to be sorry for? “Oh no…” I can hear in Frank’s
voice that he too is about to cry. When I turn to face him I see a single tear
falling down his cheek. Using my thumb I brush it away. “Don’t cry Frankie.
You’ve done nothing wrong,” not able to look him in the eyes, I lower my gaze
to the floor, “I just couldn’t believe I actually….”
Unable to stop the tears anymore they stream down my face. Frank takes my
sobbing form in his arms, stroking my hair to calm me. “It’s okay Gee. We were
both drunk last night it’s okay. We both caught up in the moment.” I’m still
crying so he gently rubs my back shushing me. “Last night did get a bit out of
control, but you didn’t force me to do anything. We were just drunk having fun
that’s all.” He says it so calmly that it makes me calm a little too. He takes
my face in his hands, staring me in the eyes and says, “It is not your fault.
You hear me?” I stammer back, “B-but I h-hurt you!” Without a moment’s
hesitation he says, “Yes, you did,” fresh tears come from my eyes, “But I let
you, and it’s not your fault. I don’t blame you okay?” He leans in and kisses a
few of the wet drops on my cheeks then wipes away the rest with his hand.
A few knocks on the door tells me that Mikey is back. Mumbling an apology to
Frank I run into the bedroom, throw on some clothes, and comb my fingers
through my hair while going to open the door. Mikey gives me a look like he
knows I’ve been crying, but all he says is, “Come on. Let’s go.” Then
rethinking he asks, “Does Frank want to come?” Bam. Frank appears out of the
dorm all cleaned up. Why does he always look perfect?
We lock the door and head down to Mikey’s car. Frank and Ray have found a
sudden spark of friendship talking about guitars. When we get to the car I
slide in next to Mikey while the other guys take the back. As we drive to the
music store I can’t stop thinking about Frank. About last night. About this
morning. About the fact that I haven’t done anything like that to a guy. That
Frank said a lot this morning, but nothing about his feelings for me, or his
feelings about last night. Mikes senses that something is wrong and he puts a
reassuring hand on my knee. I smile at him, glad that no matter what we will
always have each other.
We get out of the car at the music store. Mikey waves Frank and ray inside,
then he turns to me.” I know you don’t want to talk about it, but you need to
know I’m always here.” I look at Mikey and tell him honestly, “I know Mikes.”
After a quick brotherly hug, we head inside the store.
Mikey goes over to Frank and Ray to talk about guitars while sneak back out
into the ally for a smoke. It was really nice to hear my brother say he loves
me, but that doesn’t stop me from shaking. Taking deep drags, I watch some
birds fly around in a nearby tree. I wonder what life as a bird is like. Do
they have nightmares? Are they ever unsure of where their life is headed?
“Smoking is a bad habit you know.” Refocusing on my world I see Frank standing
at the corner of the ally. “I know.” He strolls down the gravel to where I am
standing, takes the cigarette, and inhales.” And you aren’t the only one with
that poison.” Lamely I say, “I didn’t know.” He shrugs, “There is a lot to know
about me.” The way he say it it almost sounds like an indentation.” Like what?”
I inquire. “No one ever sticks around long enough to find out,” he states
glumly. He puts out the now stump cigarette, and strolls back to the front of
the store, giving me a sad smile before turning onto the sidewalk. Leaving me
wondering how to respond to this new insight about Frank.
*****
Back at school I leave the rest of the guys to go ask my art teacher for a new
supply of pencils. When I get back to the dorm with my supplies, Frank is
sitting in his bed playing the guitar and humming quietly to himself. “You
sound good,” I smile at him before going to my desk to draw.
The hardest part of drawing for me is actually deciding what to do. I glance
back at frank off in his little music world, then back to my paper. I pick up a
pencil and begin to add lines to that page. Rough smooth, long, short, hard,
soft, light, and dark. Within a few minutes the picture has taken shape.
Sitting back I inspect my work.
”You really are an amazing artist,” Frank breathes the words into my ear. I was
so caught up in what I was doing I hadn’t noticed he had stopped playing.
Looking down at the picture of him strumming his guitar I say, “You can have
it.” I push the white sheet towards him, but his stunning eyes don’t move. They
stay fixed on me.” Why don’t you want to keep your drawings?” Frank whispers
the question, his face inches from mine.
Deciding to give him a little Gerard insight since gave me some earlier, I
reply, “I don’t want anything tied to me for when I have to leave.” I leave for
the bathroom wanting to get the missed shower from this morning before going to
bed.
When I return Frank is faced the other way reading something, so quiet and
quick as a feather I swallow some pills. Slipping in between the sheets I
mumble a, “Good night Fwankie.” I think I hear, “Goodnight Gee,” but the drugs
pull me into a perfect, dreamless world.
***** Welcome to My Life *****
Piercing a blessed silence, is a cry. Not a baby’s cry, but a cry of anguish. I
know that cry. It is the one I would wake up screaming every night since I was
fifteen. This time it is not me. It’s Frank. Rolling out of bed, I go to his.
He’s is squirming around like a bird that has had its wings ripped off. I reach
out and gently push his hair back from his eyes. Though he is definitely
asleep, still in Hell, his eyes are wide open. In them I see what I’ve never
been able to tell anyone about. The pain, fear, and horrors that await me when
I close my eyes.
Turning the blanket over, I slip into bed beside him. Wrapping his small,
shaking form in my arms. He struggles a little bit more, then slowly he
relaxes, laying his head on my chest. His breathes soon become even, tickling
the hairs on my arm. I’m tempted to fall asleep this way, but I know the
monsters will return for me if I dare close my eyes. Careful not to disturb the
now peaceful Frank, I slither out of his bed.
It’s only five am and I want some more, so I take the pill bottle with me into
the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on my face I sigh, thinking back to
last school year. It was a Friday night and I had stayed after to finish an
assignment. As I walked home though, someone grabbed me from behind. I felt a
cold tip of a gun pressed to my head. “Give me everything valuable you have,”
his gruff voice said. “Now!” I tried to tell my muscles to move, to show him I
had nothing. But they would not obey. The bottom of his firearm collided with
the back of my head, leaving me with a headache to put a migraine to shame.
When I woke up, a stranger was helping me up. “Hey, kid. You okay, you look
like you’ve seen a ghost.” Shaking my head (a horrible mistake), I turn and run
all the way to my house. Every little noise spooking me.
That night the nightmares started. Shivers run down my spine. Even though I am
complete awake, I reach out to the bottle that can help me. My unsteady fingers
knock the small vile off the edge of the counter. Cursing under my breath I go
to pick them up, and find Frank standing in the doorway, his frame slightly
outlined by the bathroom light. Startled I drop the bottle again. This time the
lid pops off and all the tiny white circles scatter.
Swallowing hard I look up into his hard, disapproving, hazel eyes.
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