Mikey sticks his head through the bunk curtains and Gerard can't help but smile, a big dopey grin that probably looks dumb as fuck but he doesn't care. It's Mikey, his favorite little brother and he's missed him.

"Mikey!" Gerard's feeling good, flying high, the beer's making him feel warm and fuzzy inside, chasing away the coldness. "I've missed you!"

"Gee—"

Gerard doesn't like the way Mikey sounds, kind of resigned. He doesn't like the way Mikey looks, tired and sad and unhappy, his mouth turned down, glasses a little crooked on his face. Gerard wraps his arms around Mikey's neck and pulls him into his bunk, holding Mikey tight, trying to ignore the way Mikey holds himself still and tense.

"Don't be sad," he says, pressing a kiss to Mikey's temple. "Everything's fine."

Gerard feels Mikey sigh and relax in his arms. "Love you, Gee."

"Love you, too, little brother."