Gerard lays by the side of the bed, blanket covering his lower half. He finds himself to be very erect, which is incredibly surprising.<span style="font-style: italic">I should not be this way. What the hell is happening? I need to hide it, what if she looks at it? Jesus, she will think that I am a pervert!</span>Gerard tightens the blanket to press himself against his stomach to hide the erection. Then he fuzzes back into the conversation.<br/><br/>"Oh, erm, no problem.You don't have to move your stuff out. We can share the bathroom, don't worry about it."<span style="font-style: italic">You idiot. What the hell are you doing? You need to leave this room. But...if you get up, she will see it...</span>He begins to blush.<br/><br/>Its only the empty pack hitting him on the head that snaps him out of his reverie. "Oh! I..uh...You see...that's not..." Then he sighs and shakes his head, "Yeah, I've been smoking since I was sixteen. It relieves stress.It was difficult having to be 'perfect' all of the time." After she mentions the phone, his gaze goes over to the slim black rectangle on the ground beside him. "Oh! That's....," he pauses for a moment, " friend. She wants to take us to dinner. So at around 6, we are going to meet her at a restaurant." Gerard then realizes how weird it is for him to just be lying on the ground, and slowly stands up, then sits next to her, trying to make sure that his erection is covered. As he sits next to her, he has a sudden image of her grabbing him, then he shakes his head, trying to get that image out of his brain.