starter for @heartsofvalor
Mickey was standing at Dave’s door, a little drunk still. He had dried blood on his face, the most notable was a bloodied nose that hadn’t been cleaned up. He knew he looked fucking awful, and this was fucked of him. ❝Sorry I left without talking to you. I just --- ❞ He hesitated. It had been a long ass time since he had pulled any kind of bullshit. He hadn’t disappeared, lied, or stopped talking to Dave out of nowhere.
It had been over a week, maybe nearly two, and he had just been at Dave’s place without asking, neither of them talking about it ( because that’s what they did ). Mickey had managed to make to make a collection of clothes that were minimally made up of his own clothes, and mostly made up of Dave’s clothes that he’d claimed. He had a permanent stock of his favorite beer, a toothbrush, and even one of his switchblades had been kept in a drawer in the living room for awhile, before he’d even been staying there for consecutive days. He felt bad just staying there, not asking, not contributing in any way. He was afraid that Dave was too fucking nice to just tell him to go, that he was over-staying his welcome. So he left and didn’t say anything.
❝I’ve sorta been staying here, and I just, ya know, first of all, like being around you.❞ He admitted, offering Dave something like a half-smile. ❝But my house fucking sucks so . . . I was just tired of dealing with that bullshit. It was nice to get away for awhile. It was nice to be somewhere fucking normal with someone I like.❞ He sighed, then threw his arms out to the sides. ❝If you want me to go, I can go. Just -- ❞ Mickey shrugged, not finishing what he started to say.