“Mmm-hmm,” Frank murmurs, then lifts his hand to join Gerard’s, fingers brushing as they smooth down T-Bone’s bright green back.

T-Bone squawks, dances a little with his wings fluttering, then settles down again. He cocks his head and says, “Handsome boy.”

“Yeah, handsome boy,” Gerard automatically agrees, then realizes how blatantly that references Frank and he thinks maybe he’s going to be permanently red until the end of time. Jesus.

“Oh my god,” Mikey mutters. He feels like covering his eyes or something. They’re so pathetic.