[Looking now, Ian isn't sure how he missed it. Just as advertised, Mickey's face is clear. More maybe than most of the time back home, and certainly missing the cuts and bruises of a recent fight.
He let's himself follow suit, running his fingers over Mickey's neck, brushing his skin, savoring it. Knowing it had been much longer since they'd been apart for Mickey just makes him want to touch him more. He murmurs his response as he leans closer.]
I can handle fucked up. I'm with your dumb ass, aren't I?
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He let's himself follow suit, running his fingers over Mickey's neck, brushing his skin, savoring it. Knowing it had been much longer since they'd been apart for Mickey just makes him want to touch him more. He murmurs his response as he leans closer.]
I can handle fucked up. I'm with your dumb ass, aren't I?