He looked in the mirror today, lazy sagging more than usual, toothpaste dried on his beard, and hair growing in uneven curls, and he's nostalgic for the days when he cared. He doubts any of his old colleagues would recognize him now.

{{leave gérard alone he's just a sad hobo

Aren't you supposed to be in prison?

Unfortunate.

That is what we call a hit below the belt.

all are welcome :)

and i'm gérard do not forget me do not forget my name

public park after hours, having a smoke.

He's found a spot somewhere in the Mojave desert. No more travelling for the night. Instead, he settles into a restaurant for a bite. American food isn't his preference, but it's food nonetheless.

good source of protein...

"eurydice. it's over too soon."

{{i'm also a really good gérard so come @ me for some hubby

{{if we're 🐄tuals here, we should be 🐄tuals on my widow! 💋

{{i love how gérard has like no canon and yet i'm still canon divergent

not my estranged wife coming to haunt me

well.

don't take too long, dear.

horny people have no rights

mm. an old friend.