"I just want to say, one more time, for the record."
Frank stops what he's doing, like he hasn't heard this one yet.
Gerard looks down at the stake in his hand and sighs. "It was a fucking metaphor."
Frank nudges Gerard with his bright pink water gun, and when Gerard looks up Frank hits him right between the eyes with half an ounce of holy water they can't really spare.
Gerard half-heartedly raises the stake, but Frank pushes it down with the water gun and kisses him. Despite everything, Frank can still smile. "Metaphors will never hurt you, Gee."