Fuck Gallagher. Mickey slid down the wall and landed close to his friend. "How many times did I tell you not to piss around eh? How many times?
I feel like giving you a beat down. Fuck you should give yourself one."
Mickey half-heartedly kicked Ian's leg. Ian didn't react.
"I'm tired of this crap. Tired of telling you what's what, of how things hav' gotta be. I feel like we're married and I'm the nagging bitch an' I ain't no bitch."
Mickey gave Ian a sideways glance.
"Don't even go there. I know I'm always under you, but liking what I like don't make me a bitch. Anyways we switch it up, switched it up. Once."
Mickey spat at the floor. A stray globule landed on Ian's cheek. He didn't flinch.
"Here let me get that." Mickey felt uncharacteristically demonstrative. He tenderly wiped Ian's wet face with his thumb, and then licked it. Ian's skin felt warm, hot even and gritty.
Mickey locked eyes with him, something he usually avoided.
"Dumb ass. Had to go thinking didn't ya? Had to put your S.A.T scores to good use. When was this ever gonna be on a fucking paper?
Your boyfriend marries his girlfriend. Discuss:"
Mickey would've laughed if it wasn't for the stabbing pain in his chest. He turned his head slightly. He could just about hear the tuneless karaoke drunkfest his lame-ass wedding reception had degenerated into. The thick graffiti strewn walls of the cellar protected his inner ear from most of the tone-deaf twats. They absorbed practically every threatening audio interruption; but he'd still heard.
He'd felt it.
He knew.
"So I'm gonna be legally bound to another.
So what?
It's not like it means shit.
It's not like it's gonna affect us.
Well it will now obviously; but that's on you fucker."
Mickey used the heel of his hand to rub at his eye-socket. He was not crying, got that.
"You were always too fucking trigger happy Gallagher. Always too quick to react."
Mickey poked the tepid body by his side. Ian's dead head lolled to the left, fully revealing the gun-shot wound, right front and centre of his skull.
"You'd never listen to the truth in my silence. You always thought you knew best. G.I. fucking Gallagher.
So what d'ya want now, a medal?"
Mickey leant forwards to brush the hair out of Ian's open eyes. He knew he hadn't got long. He'd have to cram a life-time of insults, barbs and come-backs into the next few minutes, knowing that Ian would only ever hear the love that they were spoken with.
"This is bullshit G." His voice shook, much like Ian's hand had done, thirty minutes earlier.
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