Ray sat at the computer updating the blog. Frank snuck glances at him over his guitar as he recorded. His eyes widened as Gerard wandered over, leaning on the back of the chair to read over Ray's shoulder. Frank quickly looked back at his fingers, concentrating on the frets.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Ray grinned up at Gerard, clicking through pages on the website. He saw the exact moment Gerard paled and stumbled back, turning and walking away without a word. Ray's brow creased as he called after him, concerned. He turned back to the screen in confusion.

Understanding dawned slowly in Ray's eyes and his gaze cut to Frank. Frank cocked an eyebrow back at him before turning back to his guitar. Message delivered.