[Ian nods. He's suddenly tense - uncomfortable and incredibly unhappy. They didn't do this back home, not much and not nearly as often as they should have. Opening up and talking and getting down to the heart of the issue wasn't Ian's strong suit. He could yell as good as any Gallagher but listening, thinking it over, and then responding calmly.. not so much. But he owed it to Mickey.]

It was my fault. I won't tell you everything, not unless you ask, but we weren't together because of me. [He exhales slowly.] The first time, it was cause I couldn't handle the way you looked at me. I didn't wanna take my meds and you wanted me to. I thought we couldn't be together if you always wanted to fix me. I didn't get it back then, why you wanted me to take them. I do now.

[Ian licks his lips, pressing his hand to his stomach.] Some shit went down and eventually, you came back for me. I chose the life I'd worked so hard to give myself over running off with you. Mickey, I..

I don't get to choose if we're together here. You do.