Gerard decided to ignore the entire part about Adam and his brother and unicorns and orgasms and cannibalism, because if he thought about it too hard, he might wind up stabbing himself in the ear. Or the eye. Something.
And it was good, it was, that Adam had people to pull his hair, because Gerard was being mature and wise and abstaining from doing so. But that didn't mean he especially wanted to hear about it. The idea made him a little sulky and he could feel a low rumbling growl starting deep in his chest and had to stifle it hastily.
Still, he was mollified by what Adam said next. "I do make the best coffee," Gerard conceded, smiling a bit, and after some unspoken eyebrow communication and shoving the pack back and forth, Gerard accepted the cigarettes. He could definitely use a few more while he patrolled and composed a blistering owl to his little brother, for one thing.