Ian followed the loud gun shots coming from the roof of the building, the took the stairs two steps at a time. His mind had been messed up since the last time he had been here, Mickey wouldn't even look at him then. Ian had no idea what he was supposed to say to him, maybe shouting at the older wasn't the best thing to do but he didn't know what else to do or say, who knows what to say when the boy you've been seeing is beaten and raped infront of you while his father makes to watch.
Ian saw Mickey's profile, he's holding the gun with a firm grip shooting at a doll. Mickey doesn't look up as Ian walks over to him and sits down with his back to the wall. Mickey keeps shooting while Ian stares at him.
Ian's mind is flooding with the images of Mickey's broken face and of the Russian climbing on top of him. Ian hasn't been able to sleep since and even when they had gone home to Fiona he couldn't close his eyes without seeing them or hearing them. He was exhausted and all he needed was to know that Mickey was okay. Ian hadn't even realised he had began crying until Mickey came to sit beside him. Mickey reached up a whipped one of Ian's tears away with his thumb before muttering "Don't be such a pussy, Gallagher" Ian chuckled lightly while pulling out a box of smokes, offering one to Mickey first "I'm sorry Mick, I'm so sorry, I should of been able to stop it, I'm so sorry" Ian began to cry again he was expecting Mickey to freak out or kick the shit out of him but instead Mickey placed his hand in Ian's and kept his face turned from the red head boy "You have nothing to be sorry about not a fucking thing" Mickey said with his voice cracking "We're not gonna talk about it, Ian you hear me, we're never gonna talk about it" Mickey said while tightening his grip on Ian's hand. Neither boys spoke after that they just sat on the roof holding hands and passing a smoke between them and you know what Ian thinks they might just be okay.