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Patrick listened to every word Pete spoke, hanging onto them. It was not often that Pete so elaborately described the meaning of his songs. Some, like, Bishop's, Patrick knew. But to hear Pete speak further life into the lyrics made his stomach flip excitedly. At the mention of together, Patrick took Pete's hands in his, lacing their fingers together and squeezed gently.

"together" he repeated. "Forever," he added with a growing smile, as a reminder and a promise. "I'm so happy right now... To see everyone healthy... It's just so..." He stopped and chuckled softly to himself, ducking his head, unable to find the words. "I love you, Pete," he said as he looked back up at him, the brightest smile on his face.

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“okay, but you inspired me, you gave me the thoughts. You gave me words and you didn’t even know it, but I digress… Let’s see…” Patrick mused, biting his lip as he looked up in thought. He ran a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. So many lines from songs rushed through his brain. He tried to process them all, considering the lyrics (when he understood and connected to the song, the lyrics were forever etched into his brain) and the overall feeling of the song, the colors associated with feelings from his synaesthesia played a part as well.

“bishops knife trick…” He finally answered after careful consideration. “Let me tell you why… It feels like coming home. For us both. You and me, Chicago. Each other. It feels like early 2000s summer nights on 88 with the windows down, getting stranded on the side of the road or you know, sliding into a tree on an icy road,” he chuckled fondly at the memory, though it had been pretty scary at the time.

“it’s a promise, but it’s also a recognition of everything we’ve been through and how we’re gonna get through it together. It’s special and you know if we would’ve ended on that note, if that had been the last song on the last record we ever put out, I would’ve been happy with that. But it never actually felt like a final ending to me… It felt like the end of an era, of a time, of who we used to be, but it also holds the promise of who we were gonna become. I still don’t know if I wanna play it live, it’s like fucking vivisection for me… That’s always been your thing… I’m too scared to expose myself like that. Guts carved out and thrown on the floor for everyone to look at and I’m not sure I wanna share something this special between us with the rest of the world…” Patrick stopped himself when he realized he had been rambling, his pale cheeks flushing a bright red. He waved his hand dismissively with a nervous chuckle. “So you know… Yeah…” He said with a sheepish look on his face as he met Pete’s gaze again, cheeks still warm.

That was the song he’d been thinking of, the lovely very underrated, Bishop’s Knife Trick.  Usually his lyrics weren’t particularly specific, but some were directly pointed.  There were lines in many songs that were reflections of them, but Patrick had What a Catch, Donnie, The Kids Aren’t Alright, and Bishop’s.  Of course, Disloyal Order, and GINASFS were in there too.  It was a lot to unpack when Pete was unloading a million thoughts at once with a pen.  Bishop’s was special, and if it had been on the last studio album, he would have thought it a deserving ending.  It wasn’t the end, which was kind of why they never played it live.  

“That’s the one.  About going home, growing up, letting go of all that sadness and anger, and us.  I wasn’t on that ledge anymore, not in a spitfire.  From the Bishop stage at Warped until now.  It’s so many things.  It could have been the end, but not being able to walk away and sort of figuring that out in a good way.  I don’t know.  I think I’d love to play it and it’s also like my baby.  Maybe not.  I love it for you.  You’ve been so stubborn, sticking with me no matter what I did, and I ran around like a wild little bull.  You were always home to me.  I always came back to you, and the boys too, but you especially.  You also know me better than anyone else and you are still here.”  That also meant the world to him, to not just be written off.  He needed someone who had that X-ray vision when it came to him, and was willing to stick with him even when he was in a destructive phase.  He was quiet for a minute before he spoke again.  “This tour is going to be amazing.  We’ll do it truly together.”  

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"okay, but you inspired me, you gave me the thoughts. You gave me words and you didn't even know it, but I digress... Let's see..." Patrick mused, biting his lip as he looked up in thought. He ran a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. So many lines from songs rushed through his brain. He tried to process them all, considering the lyrics (when he understood and connected to the song, the lyrics were forever etched into his brain) and the overall feeling of the song, the colors associated with feelings from his synaesthesia played a part as well.

"bishops knife trick..." He finally answered after careful consideration. "Let me tell you why... It feels like coming home. For us both. You and me, Chicago. Each other. It feels like early 2000s summer nights on 88 with the windows down, getting stranded on the side of the road or you know, sliding into a tree on an icy road," he chuckled fondly at the memory, though it had been pretty scary at the time.

"it's a promise, but it's also a recognition of everything we've been through and how we're gonna get through it together. It's special and you know if we would've ended on that note, if that had been the last song on the last record we ever put out, I would've been happy with that. But it never actually felt like a final ending to me... It felt like the end of an era, of a time, of who we used to be, but it also holds the promise of who we were gonna become. I still don't know if I wanna play it live, it's like fucking vivisection for me... That's always been your thing... I'm too scared to expose myself like that. Guts carved out and thrown on the floor for everyone to look at and I'm not sure I wanna share something this special between us with the rest of the world..." Patrick stopped himself when he realized he had been rambling, his pale cheeks flushing a bright red. He waved his hand dismissively with a nervous chuckle. "So you know... Yeah..." He said with a sheepish look on his face as he met Pete's gaze again, cheeks still warm.

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He only smiled, shaking his head. She’s said a lot of things regarding Pete over the years, but more recently she was sure, just as Patrick was, that this was finally the right choice at the right time kind of thing.

He started to think when Pete dropped a complement that made his cheeks flush red with warmth. He nervously laughed a little and looked at Pete with a small, sheepish smile as the older man messed with his hair.

“Saturday… It was the first thing that was ours… You gave me the confidence to write, to sing, to stand up for myself… Sometimes anyway,” he chuckled. “You helped me become who I am today… All because of Saturday…” Patrick smiled.

“Saturday is from you to me though.  Me and Pete.”  He laughed a little, “I think you would have found it without me, but I wouldn’t have made this without you.  Can you imagine it?  You’d be doing all your soundtrack work and I’d be…”  He was going to say in production, but then he knew better.  Fall Out Boy had saved him from himself.  He always came back home to this, and still came dangerously close to the edge a few times.  They had built this, and all the history behind it.  

“Anyway,” he said, brushing off that idea before he got wrapped up in it.  “Not Donnie, and not Saturday, not Kids either because that was really you and I too.”  That song was always special.  One of his favorites of his hidden gems.  There were a few of those that sat in his head, along with their forthcoming album that was a nod to history and a fan love letter.  Whether any official source would give it the credit it deserved wouldn’t matter.  The people who had waited years for it, would make all the difference.  

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“When Pete sends me words it’s like Christmas morning.”

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He only smiled, shaking his head. She's said a lot of things regarding Pete over the years, but more recently she was sure, just as Patrick was, that this was finally the right choice at the right time kind of thing.

He started to think when Pete dropped a complement that made his cheeks flush red with warmth. He nervously laughed a little and looked at Pete with a small, sheepish smile as the older man messed with his hair.

"Saturday... It was the first thing that was ours... You gave me the confidence to write, to sing, to stand up for myself... Sometimes anyway," he chuckled. "You helped me become who I am today... All because of Saturday..." Patrick smiled.

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patrick chuckled, nodding. “yeah… she does,” he sniffles a little, trying to quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. thankfully, still happy ones. “me and you,” patrick repeated, eyes closing at the feel of pete’s warm words against his ear. “if i woke up next to you,” he whispered, biting at his bottom lip, the words as they used to fall from his lips–a wish, a dream he never thought would come true. it made him smile to think that wishing on those glass moons with words of stone had actually worked out. he’d been waking up next to pete for how long now?

“maybe…” he mused, considering, but his attention refocusing when pete asked another question. his lips tug upwards before anything else and he nods. “i love them… do you like the songs i gave you?” he asked, reaching to push a piece of hair that had escaped his ponytail back behind pete’s ear. 

Pete chuckled lightly, “Did she ever ask if you were very sure of that choice?” he teased, knowing that the question wouldn’t have mattered in the slightest.  Patrick’s heart was as true as they come, and he knew that.  He’d heard those kinds of words from others, but only believed them from the one next to him now.  That made all the difference.  It was what he always wanted.  

“I liked them, but you first.”  This was a good distraction and a nice run through history.  Nostalgia was always a good distraction, and would always keep him busy rather than focusing on a very slow clock.  “Which ones?  I mean, What a Catch is the obvious one, but that are more.”  His fingers were up, playing with strands of ginger hair hanging around his ear.  “You’re beautiful, you know.”  

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What? No! How did I miss this? Please, don’t keep me in the dark! I need to know everything. I’m so invested, I stopped when I saw he’d passed because, yanno…that’s sad.

Mayor Max of Idyllwyld, California and his heir, Mayor Max 2 are puppy-mayors! Well, Mayor Max 2 is anyway... sadly, they both passed away, but left a golden legacy! Currently have interim-mayors like their cousin or something, not entirely sure what is going on there but a good read nonetheless!

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“I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me…” he chuckled softly.  “That song was inspired.  Want to write our names in the wet concrete?”  He liked the idea a lot actually.  The romantic heart loved those things.  “I’m here in search of your glory, there’s been a million before me, that ultra kind of love you never walk away from.”  He kind of hummed along with spoken words.  “You and me, hmmmmm?” he teased against his ear.  

They’d been through more than he could even think about, from the cold vans with no heat, to gigs that would pay them enough for a meal, or maybe a cheap motel for a night.  Patrick had sat up with him when Pete couldn’t sleep, stopped him when he went too far, and sometimes got really pissed with him when he was in his moods.  They’d grown up together.  “I’m utterly convinced that if we had been an us way back then, we wouldn’t be here now at all.”  They were too unhealthy to handle that, but now was different.  “Do you like the songs that I gave you?”  

patrick chuckled, nodding. “yeah... she does,” he sniffles a little, trying to quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. thankfully, still happy ones. “me and you,” patrick repeated, eyes closing at the feel of pete’s warm words against his ear. “if i woke up next to you,” he whispered, biting at his bottom lip, the words as they used to fall from his lips--a wish, a dream he never thought would come true. it made him smile to think that wishing on those glass moons with words of stone had actually worked out. he’d been waking up next to pete for how long now?

“maybe...” he mused, considering, but his attention refocusing when pete asked another question. his lips tug upwards before anything else and he nods. “i love them... do you like the songs i gave you?” he asked, reaching to push a piece of hair that had escaped his ponytail back behind pete’s ear. 

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Insomnia was always a curse, especially when is mind was spinning, and tonight there was no stopping it.  He was okay with that.  He was like that for most of the drops.  You’re only as good as your last album, or so people said.  Mania had some mixed reviews but the album itself had a lot to offer, and Pete loved it.  This one though, it was special.  From all the hints, and the website with a ton of movie and song references, everything was flowing, and the curtain was about to drop.  Was it the last?  He didn’t know, but it also wasn’t forced.  This one was made because they wanted to.  It was a gift to them, to the fans, and to everyone that said they never should have made it this far.  

He felt like he’d been crying all week just watching and feeling all that love and support.  There were many who praise him personally for all the struggles with mental health, over-medicating, and cleaning up after he became a father.  He’d become a champion for those who were struggling, and it meant the world to him.  Hearing all those people sing songs that he wrote word for word, trying to analyze them, and look into the man who always cared more than he showed, was so - there wasn’t even a word that would adequately express that.  

“I think I’d still like us all to be in the Hall of Fame,” he smiled.  “That’s the goal now.”  He’d watched friends fade out, bands break up.  They almost had, but he had never wanted to.  His eyes tilted upward.  “How was meeting me  the greatest day.  Look at you.  Now you’re stuck with me.”  He was going to tease about it, but it was good.  Patrick had to be tied to him in some way.  That was the one he couldn’t lose.  It might have taken awhile to realize that, but here they were, and now he had the words and they felt good.  

there was a soft, silent moment as they both lost themselves in thought, when pete spoke again, patrick’s smile grew. “we’re gonna be,” patrick affirmed. twenty years ago he would’ve told pete to fuck off and stop dreaming, but now... patrick scrunched his face trying to fight back tears, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose with a little sniffle. 

patrick thinks for a moment on how to best express this. decades of lyrics, of journals, of poems written on the backs of napkins and hands, on the back of a photograph that the rest of the world will never see fly through his mind. finally, the rolodex of pete’s innermost thoughts that he’d scrawled onto paper, bled out for the world to see stopped on a particular line. “it was the best day of my life because...” he clears his throat and sings softly, just for pete, “i was just an only child of the universe... and then i found you...” patrick smiles, squeezing his hand a little more.