"I haven't seen this side of the sunrise in a while," Frank tells him quietly, and Gerard has to remind him the sun won't be up for at least two hours.
"I know that. I just think." Frank pauses and ducks his head, looking a little sheepish. "I think we should see it."
Gerard blinks. "The sunrise?"
"Yeah. We've come this far, right?" Frank's voice is quiet in the dark, colored in shadow.
Gerard's whole body is exhausted, running on adrenaline and the hum of his skin. He considers that for a moment before agreeing, "Yeah. Okay."
"Yeah?"Gerard smiles. "Let's do it."
Frank smiles back, and looks out the window again.
"Does it feel like we've met before?" he asks after a long moment. Gerard watches his profile, the perk of his nose, the pout of his lips. He shakes his head. "No." Frank's face falls visibly before Gerard can catch himself. "What it feels like is –" A line he's read somewhere comes to him, and he says, "Like we have known each other all our lives, and then we met.
"Frank grins and glances at him. "Yeah. I guess that's the way to put it."