It is difficult to name the precise emotion that's crossing Gerard's face, and honestly even he couldn't say what it is. The possibility, the generosity, they're completely overwhelming to him right now and he doesn't know what to do with himself about it. He brings a hand up to rub his face before restlessly carding his fingers through his hair, staring down at the box and the tube Julian has just given to him like it isn't something Gerard has spent half a year getting his hopes up over only to have them crash back down again.

It might not work this time. It probably won't work this time. He'll keep telling himself that to try to keep from hurting again until he can see a change. It's still the trying though - and if it does work, hot pink or leopard print - or hot pink leopard print! - is a small aesthetic price to pay for them. He would still cover himself neck to foot with them if they work and happily so.

"... thank you," is all he manages at first when he does find his words again, voice thick with emotion and near tears. He pulls his shirt back on quickly, feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable and needing some kind of armor against that even if it's just a thin layer of cotton.