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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 12
It's surreal. Mickey laughs too—feels insane with it, actually, but it's good. It's really good. "Gotta start thinkin' about the future, man," he says with more nonchalance than he really feels. "It comes fast." "Mm. Yeah." Ian looks over at him, smiling. "But we've got time to figure all that out." They've got all the time in the world.
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 11
Ian can hear little giggles coming from the kitchen as he pulls his undershirt over his head. Yev must be here already, eating whatever breakfast Mickey could scrounge up last minute. Their cupboards are pretty bare. They need to go grocery shopping. They. Ian finds himself thinking like this more and more. It's not Mickey's bedroom, it's their bedroom. It's their grocery list. It's Ian's boxers mixed in with Mickey's, it's two toothbrushes in the bathroom, and it's two sides of the bed that have to get made up every morning.
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 10
Ian hesitates, his pen spinning between his fingers. "What if it doesn't work?" "What if it does?" Mickey sighs through his nose and lays his hand palm up on the table. Ian places his own hand on top of it, holding on tight. "If you want your life to change, you gotta take the final leap, man," Mickey says softly. "But I'll take it with you, and if we gotta find a parachute or some shit on the way down, then we will." Ian sighs. "You make it sound so easy." "'Cause you've already done the hard part."
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 6
“Thanks,” Ian says in response to V, but he’s looking at Mickey when he says it, that stupid lopsided grin tugging at his mouth. Mickey’s cheeks are warm and fucking—whatever. He doesn’t care if he blushes. He wants Ian to keep looking at him like that. “You ready to go?” Ian asks, nodding to the door. “You gonna tell me where we’re going?” Mickey asks, idly wondering if he should bring his backpack or just leave it in the back room until his next shift. “Maybe,” Ian teases, turning slightly towards the door with a smirk on his face. Mickey decides fuck the backpack, he doesn’t need anything in it tonight, and he follows Ian without so much as a second glance back.
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 4
“No, fuck you,” he spits back, pointing right at Ian. “Not all of us have had six months to figure our shit out, okay? Some of us were just focused on staying alive.” “Figure my—” Ian shakes his head. “I don’t have anything figured out!” he yells. “I’m a fucking janitor, Mickey, does that sound like I have my shit figured out to you?” Mickey rolls his eyes. “It’s a job with a paycheck, Ian, don’t pretend you’re all high and mighty now.” “Oh, fuck off,” Ian says, scrunching up his face. “That doesn’t mean I—” “You know what you want!” Mickey yells, cutting him off.
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 3
“Why’d you come here last night?” Mickey asks. It’s the one question he doesn’t have an answer for. He can explain the rest of it—sort of—but he doesn’t know why Ian showed up on his doorstep late last night, drunk and angry and a little bit broken. Ian sighs. He furrows his brow and shakes his head, running both hands over his face as he sighs again. “I don’t know.” Yeah. Mickey was expecting that. Doesn’t make it hurt any less.
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 8
He knows he came over here to study, but Ian was hoping for at least a little bit of a distraction. “I think they might let me into the operating room actually, if I score high enough on my test.” “Great.” Ian closes his book and throws it on the floor. Mickey cranes his neck to look over at him and Ian takes the opportunity to slink down to the floor and climb on top of him. “You’re not listening,” he complains, stretching out over Mickey. Mickey hums and holds his phone out of the way. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying?” Ian rolls his eyes.
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i'm not the way i was -- chapter 7
Ian leans back in his seat and sips his Sprite. “I’m kinda jealous, you know.” Mickey’s brow furrows. “About what?” “Yev gets to see your new place before I do.” Mickey scoffs into a smile and Ian knows that it pains him not to roll his eyes. “You’ve seen it,” Mickey tells him. “I’ve seen the outside of it. I don’t think that counts.” Ian smirks. “And even then, it wasn’t really the building I was paying attention to.” Mickey does roll his eyes then, but Ian doesn’t miss the way his cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink.
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