[ ian's fingers brush over his neck and mickey's eyes blink closed for a moment, breathing out a slow exhale like releasing built up tension. it has been much longer for mickey, and god, he's felt it, especially after talking to eddie about the whole... everything. and getting a few other kids unexpectedly attached to him. that was ian's kind of deal, not mickey's.
but more than anything, he missed this. the quiet closeness, the affection in his touch, the trust mickey has for ian that lets him let go of the complicated shit in his head and just experience them together. hands find ian's hips, smoothing up his sides over the thin cotton of his shirt, and he eases in close to him, nose nudging at ian's freckled cheekbone. ]
Bitch, I've seen the Gallagher house, don't act like all the dumb's coming from my side in this thing. [ this thing meaning this relationship. yeah, he just called ian his boyfriend in a fit of protective violence while killing a monster, but don't @ him, okay, he's working on this Saying Things Out Loud shit, slowly but surely. ]
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but more than anything, he missed this. the quiet closeness, the affection in his touch, the trust mickey has for ian that lets him let go of the complicated shit in his head and just experience them together. hands find ian's hips, smoothing up his sides over the thin cotton of his shirt, and he eases in close to him, nose nudging at ian's freckled cheekbone. ]
Bitch, I've seen the Gallagher house, don't act like all the dumb's coming from my side in this thing. [ this thing meaning this relationship. yeah, he just called ian his boyfriend in a fit of protective violence while killing a monster, but don't @ him, okay, he's working on this Saying Things Out Loud shit, slowly but surely. ]