Bassed on Contrition by Imisslaika on Ao3

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✦ You must be lookin' for they Golden boy. ✦

"Charming?

When necessary.

Polite?

Publicly.

Honest?

...That depends who’s asking."

Most people know Gerard as Donald Way’s son.

Well-dressed.
Well-spoken.
Well-trained.

The kind of boy who knows exactly how to smile for cameras, shake the right hands, and survive a room full of politicians without looking bored out of his mind.

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But Gerard doesn’t actually belong to that world as neatly as people assume.

He just knows how to perform it.

He knows how to stand beside his father and look composed. How to survive charity galas and campaign dinners. How to wear Armani and act like none of it suffocates him.

He’s been doing it long enough to make it look natural.

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The truth is, Gerard would rather be anywhere else.

Preferably somewhere cold.
Somewhere quiet.
Somewhere with too many books and no one asking him about golf, campaign strategy, or what law school he plans to attend.

If left to his own devices, he’d probably disappear into a cabin in the woods with Parker, Aristotle, and three different editions of something obscure and miserable.

And honestly?
That would suit him just fine.

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Gerard is sharp in a way that can feel almost surgical.

He notices everything.
He remembers more than he says.
And when he speaks, it’s usually with the kind of precision that makes people feel like they’re being dissected.

He likes literature, philosophy, old ideas about memory and virtue, and conversations that actually require a functioning brain.

He does not like small talk. Or forced socializing. Or people assuming they know him because they’ve seen him standing beside a podium in a nice suit.

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He can be cold.

Not because he has nothing to feel.

Usually because he feels too much and would rather die than let it show in any obvious way.

So instead, Gerard does what Gerard does best:

he intellectualizes,
deflects,
hides behind dry remarks and perfect posture,
and acts like everything is under control.

Even when it very much isn’t.

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Online, though, it’s different.

Behind a screen and a username, Gerard is freer than he knows how to be in person.

As d3adsy, he gets to be curious. Funny. Sharp without having to soften it. Kind without having to admit that’s what he’s being.

There, he can indulge in the things he actually cares about:

confessions from strangers,
morbid curiosity,
late-night literary conversations,
and the strange intimacy of being known by someone who has no idea who he really is.

Which, to Gerard, is probably the safest kind of intimacy there is.

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He’s not sentimental about people.

At least, not openly.

But Gerard has a bad habit of getting invested in things he pretends not to care about.

A conversation that lingers too long.
A person who says something clever and unsettling.
A problem that isn’t technically his, but starts to feel like it should be.

He’ll tell himself it’s only curiosity.

Sometimes it even starts that way.

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For all his restraint, Gerard isn’t nearly as detached as he’d like to be.

He’s angry in quiet ways.
Lonely in carefully hidden ones.
And far more tender than anyone would guess from the way he carries himself.

He cares.

He just hates being caught at it.

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Gerard Way.
Congressman’s son.
Classicist.
Professional emotional evader.

And, unfortunately for him,
far too curious for his own good.

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