LOCATION: Maverick’s Place WHO: @angstfactory
Maverick had already set everything up before Mickey got there, like he always did when he didn’t know what else to do with his hands. Pizza box on the counter, two beers sweating slightly on the table, and the TV on low just for background noise he probably wouldn’t end up watching. The apartment felt too quiet anyway, too still in a way that made his thoughts louder than they should’ve been. He adjusted himself in the wheelchair near the couch, jaw tightening slightly as he heard the knock at the door.
When Mickey walked in, Maverick didn’t immediately launch into anything not wanting to push his brother. Instead, he just gave a small nod toward the pizza like that was enough of a start. “Hey,” he said quietly, voice careful, like he was trying not to break whatever fragile agreement had gotten Mickey here in the first place. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before stopping. “I uh, am glad you came.”