Mikey glared pointedly at Gerard for the completely unnecessary mention of earlier events. That santa hat of his was definitely not going to survive the night. In fact, he knew just the spell to cast once Gerard glanced away for a second.
He dragged his attention down from the white and red fluffiness to his brother face with its reddening cheeks and fierce little beady eyes. He looked so like his patronus when he glared, but right then probably wasn't the moment to mention that. "I think you're a fucking nutjob," he said, succinctly. And then realised that was a bit harsh and not exactly true, so cleared his throat and corrected himself. "I think we all are."
Then he sat there and determinedly closed his mouth. There was no way he was telling Gerard about why he couldn't see Frank. Absolutely no way.
"Fine!" he snapped, ten seconds later. "I bumped him into the other day and it was weird because it was under a patch of stupid mistletoe. There! Are you happy? This is why you have to talk to him."