[Settling on his side on the couch, Ian closes his eyes and sighs softly, head tipping into Mickey's fingers as they run through his hair.]
You and those damn beads. [Ian still didn't know how that'd be any fun for him, but sometimes it couldn't be about him.] Sounds good, Mick.
[Having thought about it, some, since they'd found each other here, Ian's starting to think this place might be the universe's way of righting some wrongs. Giving them a little good after a lifetime of shit. They haven't talked much about the gap between what he knew and what Mickey knew, long enough that Ian's not quite the same person anymore, but experience has taught him a few things - their relationship had always had issues and he's never felt for anybody else the way he does about Mickey.
Which has to mean something. If he had to try harder to make it work, he would.]
There's something we need to talk about. Might as well get it over with.
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You and those damn beads. [Ian still didn't know how that'd be any fun for him, but sometimes it couldn't be about him.] Sounds good, Mick.
[Having thought about it, some, since they'd found each other here, Ian's starting to think this place might be the universe's way of righting some wrongs. Giving them a little good after a lifetime of shit. They haven't talked much about the gap between what he knew and what Mickey knew, long enough that Ian's not quite the same person anymore, but experience has taught him a few things - their relationship had always had issues and he's never felt for anybody else the way he does about Mickey.
Which has to mean something. If he had to try harder to make it work, he would.]
There's something we need to talk about. Might as well get it over with.