Summary: There’s a dude sitting in one of the high-backed chairs opposite the reception desk. Mostly obscured by a fake ficus plant between them, the guy probably wouldn’t have been noticeable save for the lazy sprawl of his legs, the Chucks contrasting against the floral rug.

Summary: Both Frank and Gerard work on a morning tv show, with Frank as the host and Gerard reading the weather. Frank seems to come into Gerard’s life at exactly the wrong time, with a threatening producer and early starts every day, but it’s only at the lowest point in their relationship when he realises that he would do anything for Gerard.

Frank couldn’t keep the grin off his face even if he wanted to.

TA-ing for a new professor, on the other hand, just gets him jittery. He’s been a TA since he was an undergrad, and had some really good experiences with it, but he’s also got his share of horror stories. You can never tell what you’re going to end up with. But the course is something he’s genuinely excited about being involved in, and as long as Professor Way isn’t a complete asshole, they should be fine. He checks the office number written in his planner one more time, but he doesn’t really need to. The newest professor always gets the tiny office in the corner. The door’s ajar when he gets there—Frank can see a bit of desk, a loose stack of papers, and a Starbucks cup, and he hears someone moving around, more papers being shuffled. He moves forward to knock at the same moment the door opens wide, leaving Frank with one fist in the air, face-to-face with a guy who doesn’t look all that much older than Frank himself. …Okay, no one warned him Professor Way was ridiculously hot.

Summary: In all honesty, it felt like one of those bad movies where the guy did everything in his power to impress the girl, but she hardly even noticed him. Even though Frank had to admit that he rarely did anything to get Gerard’s attention. Sometimes, when he knew that a supervisor was out for the day, he would roll up the sleeves of his work shirt just to see if Gerard noticed his tattoos, but he never did. It was disappointing in the worst way, because his tattoos were one of the things he really knew how to talk about. If only because everyone asked about them when they saw them. Apparently Gerard was different, didn’t care, or really wasn’t impressed.