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Ever since that night Mickey's been exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. He had felt like this before but never for this long. He walked around like a robot just trying to get throw the day. It was worrying for everyone. It was to the point Carl noticed. Fiona, Vee and Lip all thought he may have relapsed, Ian thought something must have happened to Mick, Kevin knew what happened and he was having a hard time keeping it in.
One day Mickey was at work just trying to get throw his shift when his coworker, Annie, comes up to him. "Mickey. What's up?" "Hm?". "Your vibe has been so off these past days. Are you okay, man?" she asked. "Mhm." Mickey hummed just trying to get do with the conversation as quick as possible. "Man, I got something for you." Annie said reaching into her pocket. Mickey doesn't see what it is at first seeing as she slipped it into his pocket. One she walked away he pulls whatever it could have been. "What the fuck?" Mickey said when he pulled it out his pocket.
"I think we should go through Mickey's room." Fiona said. "No Fi!" Ian said. "Ian, you've seen how he's been acting recently." Fiona said "What if he relapsed?". "Then let's talk to him, not go through all of his stuff!" Ian said. "Mickey doesn't talk." Lip said. "Maybe not to you." Ian said "But he talks to me.". "Ian, you really think if he had something in his room he'd tell us?" Fiona asked. "We have to trust him, Fi. He might just be having a off week." Ian said "If he found out we went through his stuff he's not gonna trust us!". "I'll go check the typical hiding spots, if I find nothing, fine. If I do, then we were right." Lip said not waiting for a response just turning to go upstairs. Ian runs after him. "Lip! No! You're not just gonna invade Mickey privacy like that!" Ian shouted, grabbing Lip by the shoulders and slamming him against his the wall. "There is no fucking privacy in this house!" Lip said pushing Ian off of him. This starts a whole fucking fight. "What the fuck!" both of the boys heard the yell but didn't stop. The person kept yelling and trying to pull one of the brothers off the other. "OW FUCK!" they stop to look and see Mickey with blood starting to come from his nose. Ian noticed from where they were standing, he was the one who caused this. "Oh shit, Mick. Baby. I'm sorry." Ian said coming to Mickey's side. "Why the fuck are you fighting in the hall?!" Mickey asked. "Something stupid." Ian said leading Mickey to the bathroom to clean up his nose.
"I'm so sorry, Mick." Ian said "I should probably go get Veronica. I got you good." Ian said. "Ive had worse then your elbow to my nose, Red." Mickey said "Why were you two fighting anyways?". "It's stupid." Ian said. "I don't give a shit. Tell me why." Mickey said. "Lip and Fiona were concerned about you and thought you might have... relapsed. And Lip was going to look throw your stuff, but I tried to stop him. And that caused the fight." Ian explained. "They thought I relapsed?" Mickey asked, "Why the fuck would they think that?". "Well.... You've been distant, quiet. You've been acting like you were when- you know." Ian explained. Mickey becomes silent. "Mickey. If you really did relapse-" " I didn't." Mickey snaps. "I know, Mick. But if you did, I'd want you to tell me. Or Lip or Fi or anyone really." Ian said "I don't want you to end up in that same position again, Mick.". Mickey moves to grab something out of his pocket and hands it to Ian "What- Mickey whats this?". "I didn't buy it or even want it. My coworker gave it to me, Red. I swear.". Ian looks down at the little bag with a white pill inside of it "Mick-" "I wasn't gonna take it. Army, I swear I wasn't.". Ian rubs Mickey's knee "I believe you, Mickey.".
That night Ian stayed in Mickey room. Ian could tell something was up with Mickey, but he didn't wanna push. Ian just wanted to hold Mickey. And Mickey let him. He was just so tired. So when Ian's arms wrapped tightly around him, he didn't fight it. He just let it happen. He let himself sink into his partner's touch. "I got you, Mick." Ian whispers "I got you.". Mickey cried that night. Cried and cried and cried. Ian held him as he did. Mickey was pretty sure everyone in the house heard him sobbing. But he didn't care. He was letting everything out. Everything he had been feeling since he left that motel room. Everything he has felt for weeks, months, years. He cried till he couldn't anymore.