There were no footsteps, no loud thumps, not a single word repeated in the decrepit walls of the Gallagher house, and it seemed kind of unnerving and odd to him as he adjusted his neck to peek at the bed from the the floor. Mickey shifted from one side to the next, but there was no comfort to be found.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he was slumbering on the floor, or that the blanked provided little to no warmth, and had all to do with the fact that Ian was there, an outreached hand away. But he didnt move, to sit up or even at times muster the courage to look towards him.
The room was dreary and the only illumination was supplied from the faint light that was arriving from the outside street lamp. He watched the shadows move on the walls as a car would drive by, and as the clock ticked by, his agony felt like an itch he simply couldnt care enough to stop it. There was some comfort in knowing that he could feel this way.
"Fuck." his words were barely audible, but he stopped moving, as if everyone could hear his inner monologue that was keeping him from falling to sleep. And how could he, with everything that was pilling, slowly, in a deadly, murderous pace. The baby, his father, Mandy, Ian, moneyt solve anything, but it might make him feel better.
Mickey pulled himself into the sitting position and turned to look at Ian, who was on his back, his eyes fluttering a bit as he breathed in and out. The movement of the boyt help, he got up and started pacing, walking around, looking out the windows as if he was expecting someone to barge in and take him out, take him away.
But no one came, and it felt more ominous than reassuring.
He had no idea how long was he doing this, sitting at the kitchen table, pacing around the living room, looking out, but he decided to get back before anyone was up, before hes not his, and even if it is, itt, couldnt want to wake him up, he was tired. So was he, but it was a different kind of tired. And as he watched his bare shoulders his own eyes closed. Only for a few minutes. He told himself. No one could see him, hed allow himself to lay there with him, breath in his smell. Feel the heat that was radiating from his body.
Only a few minutes.