❛ i’m not crazy . ❜
( * &. – RANDOM DIALOGUE STARTERS FROM RIVERDALE || accepting.
for the first time in ages — someone says something that makes him stop in his tracks. the corners of his lips are no longer twitched upward ; an effortless shit-eating grin that is normally accompanied by the younger gallagher. he barely turns, glancing over his shoulder to catch the lingering gaze of his older brother. carl had heard the statement before, quite a few times growing up – especially when they first found out about his BIPOLAR tendencies. he knew that ian wasn’t crazy – it was a bad choice of words, and carl had instantly regretted it the second they slipped past his lips. ❝ fuck man – i didn’t .. i didn’t mean – ❞there’s nothing he can really say in the moment to fix this. they’re both older now, and although ian has become better at managing his emotions – with the help of all of ‘em.. it didn’t mean they didn’t slip out every now and again. truth be told.. carl didn’t really understand the complexity of the disease, but that was to be expected — he wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed ; that was lips line of work. now, ask to build a bomb outta’ a car radio and a soda bottle? THAT he could do.
stepping forward, now grown to the same height as his brother – he brings the male into his chest ; flat palms pressing against the back of his shoulders. ❝ i know man - i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that, alright? i didn’t – ❞ another sigh, as he scratched the nape of his neck. ❝ i mean.. you’re no monica. i love you – alright? fuck. ❞ even if he were crazy — it wouldn’t matter, not to carl. THEY WERE B R O T H E R S. @breaksheart
