Judas and Ger had always gotten along pretty well. They had talked on a few occasions, but had never really talked about anything of substance, and had never met in person. There had never really been occasion to, they both had their own lives, and while things weren’t always easy, it had never gotten to the point of any real concern. That was until he had ended his relationship with Aly, and that was when things had gotten bad. He had made some pretty rash decisions, gone off the deep end for a little bit. Though it was when he had gotten drunk and put up a status about wanting to kill himself...that was when Ger really stepped in.

Turns out they had more in common than he had even realized. They were both musicians, both sort of on the outskirts of the social circle, both were sexy and had a bangin sense of humor, that stuff he knew. What he didn’t know was that he was bipolar as well...had been for longer than he was, and he was dealing with it. He was actually doing it well. He’d actually kind of saved his ass that night, talked him down. He hadn’t actually been planning on killing himself, but he didn’t think that anyone was going to give a shit whether he did or not, so getting that message from him barely a minute after he updated his status...it gave him hope. He had made Judas promise to take care of himself, to send him texts every so often to make sure that he was still alive and well, and talking to him about it when he was in his moods. He had also suggested that they hang out sometimes...talk, jam, commiserate. It would be nice to have a friend who REALLY understands.

The trip to Akron was kind of a bitch, but he offered to make it rather than the other way around seeing as it was Ger who had saved his ass and not the other way around. He looked down at the address he had wrote down and up at the house a few times before finally ringing the doorbell.

Ger had talked to Judas mostly on the internet, he'd met him there and they'd talked about music in the chat and shared a few jokes they'd both had a few good laughs over. He was a good guy, a cool guy. A lot cooler than Ger himself probably was, but the thing was they had things in common. Even if at first he thought that it was just a similar sense of humor and being musicians.

It wasn't until that night on Facebook, waiting to get tired again after giving Tabby a feeding in the middle of the night that he'd had a chance to really talk to him or understand. That night he'd been in the right place and online at the right time and Judas had been drunk and depressed and talking about giving up. That had made him reach out and once they'd gotten talking Ger had found out that they were also both suffering from bipolar. A disease that had a lot of misconceptions and came with a lot of personal heartache and feelings of being restless and the shame that came along with the mood swings. It was hard to understand how it felt unless it was something in your life.

So of course Ger was going to offer support. He understood in a way that most people couldn't understand. That and he was dealing with it. Probably not perfectly, he knew it wasn't perfect and that he had his moments and Wesley helped him a lot. He was dealing though and some days were a struggle. Others were amazing and he had everything he could think to want. A lover who was a best friend and support system to him, a little brother doing well for himself, his best friend living with them and the new baby. Everything had sort of slotted together. He just hopes that can give Judas a little comfort, something to hope for in his own life. So he'd invited him over, while Dahlia was visiting Fitz and Wesley was upstairs working on grading some papers. He had Tabitha down to sleep, though she'd probably wake up demanding feeding in a few hours. It was peaceful at the moment when he heard the knock on the door and he hurried over to it. Opening the door with a grin, the cold air of the outside hitting him and making his tiny self shiver a bit. "Glad you could make it. Get your ass in here before we both freeze." He joked, shutting the door behind him once he was inside.

Judas honestly had no clue what he would have done that night if it hadn’t been for Ger, so honestly seeing his face actually made him break out into a grin. There was something about him that just made him know that they were going to get along, even more than just talking to him online. It’s his hair and style and all of that, it just screamed out angsty artist, so even if he hadn’t known about the things they had in common he would have figured it out. He didn’t have much time to think on it before he was ushered inside, glad to be out of the cold. He had enough problems in his life right now without having to worry about getting sick. He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking in and looking around.

He ran a hand through his hair before taking his guitar off from around his shoulders and placing it down next to the couch in the living room. “Nice place you got here...much better than the hell hole I live in...all of the hell holes I’ve lived in.” He muttered, not mentioning when he had lived at Maddie’s place for that time. It was huge and beautiful but it was hell to live in so he wasn’t going to count it.

Ger nods, a content smile on his face when Judas comes in and looks around the front hall for a little nod, saying it's a nice place he's got. "Yeah, I'm pretty fond of it." He said looking around, it was pretty casual and comfy. Homey was a good word for what their house was. Not fancy or overly neat, baby toys and instruments sharing space in the living room, wires from the laptop set up and the PS3 that was hooked up to the living room tv. it wasn't perfect but it was home and it felt like his, a safe space, one place where he felt like he was free from the shame and stigma that came with his illness, this place gave him a sense of peace, provided an anchor the same way that Wesley did. "I can't take all the credit though, the place is sort of a mash up of everybody who lives here. I'd give you the tour but..I doubt you'd be interested in it. At least, not right now." He said guiding Judas into the living room, he figured they would hang out or talk. Or they could end up playing video games or jamming, either way Ger would be happy, and he hoped that it gave Judas something, even if it's just the sense that he had a friend to talk to. Somebody who 'gets' it. "Anyway, feel free to ditch your shoes and just like...hang out. You want something to drink or eat?" He asked as he lead Judas into the living room.

Judas nodded slowly, remembering how sometimes entering different people’s rooms in Maddie’s old place would be like entering different countries with how ridiculously different it all was. Maddie’s room was neat and pink and immaculate, because that was just the way that he was. His own room was messy as all fuck with clothes strewn all over the floor and band posters hung up all over the place, and going into the room Aly would sleep in or Finn or the guest bedroom. It was just a different feel, a unique energy that is given off by each person who inhabits the place. He was actually sort of looking forward to seeing the different inspirations that the people have given to the apartment, if the people who lived there were as interesting as Ger was himself.

“I wouldn’t say no to a tour if you’re offering...but if you’d rather just sit here and we can jam that’s definitely cool too. Your place after all, your rules.” He assured him, really fine with doing anything Ger wanted to do. He was just glad to be in the company of someone he can feel comfortable around. Not only could he understand what he was going through, he had been through it too. That definitely meant a lot to him. “I’ll take a beer if that’s alright.” He said with a grin.

Ger blinked a little surprised and pleased that Judas seemed honestly interested in the house and what it looked like. Ger was proud of the house that him and Wesley had bought, and there was Dahlia around to make everything fun. Also, more weekends than not William was there with them too. So the house was comfortable and lived in and it felt all full of life. It wasn't perfect but it was definitely a home instead of just a house. "Oh well, yeah sure. Tour is fine, most people just don't care but, no I like showing off the house. There's more space here than my apartment for sure." He said smiling. He liked being a homeowner, he liked being a dad and a boyfriend to somebody. Go figure, wild boy white-trash Gerard Ribet had become downright, domestic. Hell, he even had a therapist, it was a little wild to think about.

"Hell we don't really have rules, beyond that if Tabby Cat is sleeping, you don't wake her up. And if you do, you have to deal with her if she's fussy." He joked softly. He wasn't sure about the beer, it wasn't even an age thing, he just knew that Ger himself wasn't technically supposed to drink with his medications but he did, in moderation of course. Well, he wasn't even sure if Judas was on anything. "Sure, beer is a can do. Just don't get drunk, I'm getting too old to clean up puke. Well, when it's not coming from the little one, at least."

Judas didn't know why he was so interested in seeing the rest of the house...not that he usually didn't care, but he wanted to see all of it. Maybe he wanted to see that someone who had similar issues that he did could pull his shit together, and have a normal life. He had a house...he wasn't living in some shitty, run down loft somewhere with wires hanging out and cockroaches crawling all over the furniture. He always saw himself as not being able to get his own place and keep it together like anyone else would...he's always been by himself. He'd been distancing himself from the people who were supposed to be taking care of him, but it sure as hell wasn't functioning.

"Alright, no waking up what that is sleeping, gotcha. Hell, the same can be say about some of my old roommates, they get really fussy sometimes when they're woken up too." He said with a small laugh, just looking around and taking everything in. "Nah, I'm not going to get drunk off of beer unless I really try." He assured him, not about let beer get him drunk off of his ass. Yeah, no, that would completely kill his self esteem as a big drinker. "So...how many people do you say live here, or stay here periodically." He asked, that last bit with a tiny laugh.