[It's been too fucking long since he's seen Mickey.
Yesterday, sometime, he thinks, but things like hours and minutes don't matter much when it comes to the two of them. Mickey makes him feel like nobody else ever has and he's not so sure anyone else ever will. Ian helps Lip shove Frank into the car, pats his brother's back, and smiles while walking backwards towards the house. His shoulders are up around his ears and his hands in his pockets as if to say, he's got people to see and things to do or people to do and things to see. Same difference, Lip; thanks and all that.
He turns back around as the car speeds off, taking the steps two at a time and immediately crowding into Mickey's space. He smells like cigarettes and vodka and himself - his hands come up to Mickey's chest as he pins him to the doorjamb with his hips.]
I missed you.
[Yeah, yeah. Saw him less than twenty four hours ago.]
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Yesterday, sometime, he thinks, but things like hours and minutes don't matter much when it comes to the two of them. Mickey makes him feel like nobody else ever has and he's not so sure anyone else ever will. Ian helps Lip shove Frank into the car, pats his brother's back, and smiles while walking backwards towards the house. His shoulders are up around his ears and his hands in his pockets as if to say, he's got people to see and things to do or people to do and things to see. Same difference, Lip; thanks and all that.
He turns back around as the car speeds off, taking the steps two at a time and immediately crowding into Mickey's space. He smells like cigarettes and vodka and himself - his hands come up to Mickey's chest as he pins him to the doorjamb with his hips.]
I missed you.
[Yeah, yeah. Saw him less than twenty four hours ago.]