"Look, I'm not gonna press any charges, just tell me what are you doing in my apartment at this hour of the night," Gerard asked with the calmest voice he never knew he had. The guy was cute, might even start flirting after figuring out what a cute guy like this is doing in his apartment. "What am I doing in your apartment? What are YOU doing in my apartment?" He said, backing away more, clearly scared of Gerard. "No, no, no, no," Gerard started shaking his hands, kinda annoyed, "THIS is MY apartment. I pay for it to stay here." He said in a way you'd talk to someone from the moon. "And so do I!" the guy snapped, "you better get the fuck out or I'm calling the cops."