This Endless Summer Racket by thesamefire Andy/Mikey, Mikey/Pete Lovely, especially the interactions. Exactly the odd sort of romance I'd imagine Andy and Mikey having.
They're on the phone for two hours, alternating whispered slices of life with expansive silences, before Mikey interrupts Andy's recounting of the horrors of the day's catering.
"I lied, before. When I said I was fine." Mikey breaks off. Andy listens to him breathe for almost a full minute. "I might have fucked up."
"Might have?"
Mikey sighs. "Well, Gerard's not mad."
"I hear a 'but', there."
"He hasn't said anything, but it's enough that he knows."