[ mickey's all grins and silly joy, pleased to an insane amount to be living like that, for once (in his timeline). free, and in love, and reveling in it. not just sneaking around his house, around his wife and his dad and his sister and brothers. totally free, and just happy.

but then, there's this. he knows, immediately, what ian means. there was an obvious difference between what they knew when they'd met (ian had said across the border, and while he hates future-him for doing whatever he did to end up separated, he has the idea that must be what it was. or close.

hell, he's grateful ian's breaking it to him softly, but he had to know this was coming. even before getting the hints from the future - he'd either end up shot, or in prison, or ian would just realize he could do so much better. okay, here we go. ]

The future, right? [ mickey sighs, looking down at his hand on ian's collar for a quiet few seconds, picking at the fabric, before he sums up the guts to say what he wants to say, voice sobered, quiet. ] Look, I get we're probably not together forever and ever, happily ever after and all that Disney shit. It's okay, you don't gotta explain anything to me.

Whatever you wanna do now, we can do that.