Fisher was rather adorable. Like a mini gothic doll that he could put in his pocket and take out at random intervals to entertain him by singing songs that made no sense. At least to Will. He didn't as yet understand the imagery. At least he was getting a little more out of the guy than talking to a blanket. And perhaps, on some level, Fisher wasn't as ready to toss him out on his ass.
"What's MCR?" Will asked, a curious frown forming on his face. He'd never heard of that before, but little did he know it was the band that had penned the song. He knew little of a lot of things, really. It was almost painful. "Does Gerard Way use it like - a technique or something?"