[Ian closes his eyes, quietly pleased by the vague admission of missing him and pressing his nose into Mickey's hair, which even despite the situation still smells exactly as it should, exactly like Mickey. This place is an objective nightmare, but he's pretty sure that together they can handle it. He smiles, quirking an eyebrow as he pulls away, playfully smacking him on the cheek.]
Costumes and bondage gear? Guess I really can't leave you alone.
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Costumes and bondage gear? Guess I really can't leave you alone.