Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 10

Mickey didn't talk to Ian for 10 days after that.

He wanted to talk to Ian, but between work, officially deciding to get 'back in shape', eating and sleeping his schedule is pretty busy.

For all he knows Ian hasn't wanted to talk to him either. Mandy hasn't brought up visiting Ian to Mickey, although, Mickey can hear them talking about Ian late at night.

"Do you ever think of Terry," Mandy asks him as they sit and eat pizza.

"Who the fuck is that," Mickey said, wishing Mandy would stop asking him random, offhand questions.

"Mickey I'm being serious. After what he did to you and-"

"Yeah. Now drop it."

"What if he got out and tracked us down. Or Ian cause he's still in Chicago-"

"Mandy why the fuck do you do shit like that," he said, groaning internally.

"Like what Mick?"

"You ask some of the most," he stopped. Not knowing what word he could use to explain the bullshit questions Mandy asks him multiple times a day. "Why can't we just watch TV in peace? You always ask a question, that will haunt the fuck out of me, for the rest of the night when we're watching TV.

"You never think about shit like that?"

"I try not to. Shit like that is what drives people crazy," Now he was thinking about the question she asked. Sure, Terry's in jail for a long time, but what about when he gets out?

"What do you think about then Mickey?"

Ian. "Nothing," he shrugs.

"Mickey can you stop being an asshole, I'm trying to have a conversation with you," the way she said coversation made Mickey cringe for some reason.

"I don't want to talk about Terry."

"Then talk about Ian," Mandy said turning to face him.

"I have. What else am I supposed to say?"

"Nothing Mickey. Never mind," she turned her attention back to the TV and Mickey sat in the same spot confused.

He decided to take his confusion and slice of pizza to his room with him.

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Ian couldn't stop talking about Mickey. Sometimes he was so energetic as he told stories of Mickey, while others he was calm and sounding like he truly missed him.

Lip had to hear everything. Fiona tried to listen but after the third story and his excessive rambling she told him she had to go to Patsy's and didn't return til midnight.

"He came out for me," Ian explained to him. "I was so fucking ungrateful, and he came out for me."

"I heard," Lip said as he smoked his blunt. For the past four days he's had to smoke to be able to tolerate Ian and his stories about Mickey.

"Have I told you about when Mickey wouldn't say he loved me," Ian asked him.

"Yeah," Lip lied.

"No I haven't. So Mickey was about to get married to Svetlana," Lip tuned him out. Occasionally nodding when he felt right.

"What about the dugouts when I started taking my meds. We beat the shit out of each other-"

"Do you wanna talk to him?"

"Hm?"

"Mickey? Here," Lip unlocked his phone and went to Mandy's contact. He pressed the call button and handed Ian the phone.

"Hi."