Fuck You Gallagher

love is blind

LOGANS POV, morning

I'm fucking blind, does it bother me?
Yes.
Do I tell mickey that?
No.

I had everything prepared,  my phone rigged up, sticks, guides around the house but nothing really prepares you for going blind, not even a diagnosis.

"Wassup fucker." I feel mickey swat my head gently, well as gently as a milkovich could.

"I'm...good." I say feeling around for mickeys lap so I could sit on it. Being too big for it but shhh it's ok.

Mickey leans back on the bed takin me with him, he's so strong but tiny.

"How's the eyesight?" Mickey rubs my eyelids like it will help.

"Hmm...still blind mick, you ask everyday." I chuckle keeping my head under his chin.

"OK, just making sure, you seem to be getting less migraines though, that's a plus seeing as you couldn't really see anyway." Mickey tries his hardest to make me "see" the bright side of going blind but I just agree for his benefit.

"Yeah, no the migraines aren't as often."
I lie.

"Ian keeps texting me." Mickey says abruptly, he does that, let's things that worry him linger on his mind for too long then says it mid conversation.
It scares me a bit, I always think he'll just up and leave one day.

"Oh." Is all I can muster out of my pathetic mouth.

"Don't know how I feel about it." Mickey loosens his grip on me.

"Do you love him?" I dare ask, not wanting to know the answer and even if it's no, I know he'd be lying.

"Yes." Mickey says with confidence I could only wish for.

"...more than me?" I tense up for being so bold, I'm such a dude as mickey says.

"Yes."

Oh well fuck you then.

"But is he what you want?" I say fed up with this conversation, I don't care if he loves Ian more than me, I just want to be wanted the way I want mickey.

"No....at least I don't think so..right now."
He responds

Might as well not fucking answer.

"Right." I respond.

"Right."

Mickeys pov, that evening.

Logan was asleep, that's all he's been doing this last while but I don't think it's the way Ian did with his depression I think this is just laziness.

I love him a lot.

That's all the tiny voice in my head says.

"Logan, lazy bones, come on get up man." I nudge him gently in the ribs.

I don't find much of a difference with his lost abilities, to be honest I feel like Ian had more of a disability than logan does.

"No." Logan says turning over.
"You, tired? Sick?" I say forcing him back.

"No." He stretches out.

"Then up, come on man." I pull him up by his underarms making him sit, but the lazy fuck lays down again.

"Logan get the fuck up man, let's go on a walk." I make him stand this time, he towers over me like a tree.

"Hhmk...just need to get dressed." Logan says half ass. He goes to look for his clothes but isn't lucky and gets frustrated.

"Loga-" I'm cut off
"What!" He shouts, it's not really shouting but it's a higher volume that logans used to so he shocks himself.

"Get your fucking stick and use it! Fucking prick!" I shout back, louder.
Logan shuts up imediately and grabs his stick from its usual place and quietly makes his way to his closet making me feel like an asshole.

"Good, now you know what your clothes are like." I talk just to say something and break the silence.

I make my way over to him and wrap my arms around him from behind, my head barely half way up his spine.

"We have to get your mop sorted, eh buddy?" I don't bother trying to ruffle it, too embarrassing.

"Is it long?" Logan stretches his curly fringe.

"It's like a blonde possum, sunshine." I chuckle as I grab clothes for him.

"Yeah..I'll go to the barber at some point." Logan says with a sigh as he dresses himself.

Logans maintenance has really gone down since he went completely blind, I don't think he has depression but Ian could have me thinking this way as his lows were really low.

"Logs, I could do it, I used to do it all the time for me and ....my ..brothers." I lied for his sake, I was gonna say Ian

"Oh, could you please."

"Yeah cmere, go sit in the kitchen and I'll be there." I beckon him to go, out of habit.

I get my razor kit from my little pile of stuff that needs a home and go to logan, who was slowly grabbing a chair.

"Hey, good, so will I just go along with what you have?" I say already snipping at his mullet.

"Yeah..whatever is fine, even get rid of the mullet." Logan says tiredly

"What! No! Fuck off." I put my hands over it protectively.

"I was just suggesting,  thought it would be easier for you, sorry." Logans voice sounds sad now, like he's upset.

"Logan, it's all good, don't worry man." I rub his back comfortingly.

Logan just nods in response, he flinched a bit when I turned the razor on, it already looks great but after a little shaping he looks like his old self.

"Can I tidy your beard a bit, it's a bit thick not used to seeing you with much of a beard." I rub his beard.

"Yeah sure ok." He lifts his chin

I shave his beard off making it nice and tight like it used to be.

"Now, like yourself again." I give his face pats then remove the towel.

"I wish, I'm a bit tired, do you mind if I..." he doesn't finish but rubs his eyes tiredly

"Sure..go ahead." I clean up his hair.
He gives me a weak smile and turns.
"Right thanks, night."
It's 6pm, he got up at 5:20 pm..ok he might have depression.

"Night buddy." I sigh