it's over when it's over.

While Paige truly enjoyed spending time with the older man, she often felt bad because he felt the need to treat her.. of course not only her. She wondered who treated him once in a while, though she figured his girlfriend often did that as well, but still! More people should show Joey their appreciation.. of course Paige would do so, if he would actually give her a chance to do so.

His words had her scoffing back laughter, tucking her chin back just a touch and tilting her head a bit as her lips pursed through her smile, looking at him with that look of ‘I’m not buying it’.

“If I tattoo you, it would only make all the others jealous and then they would try to one up my tattoo, and lets face it,” she held out her hands with her palms up, “They can’t,” she burst out laughing. She was kidding, of course. Paige was actually a very humble person, so when she spoke her sarcasm and her teasing tone was laid on thick.

      Joey never truly felt the desire to be treated. He had been so accustomed to coming second that often he forgot that it was alright to take centre stage and be treated and pampered by his friends and family. Of course Mickey always made him feel spoiled rather than treated. She was a remarkable woman, and he was so lucky to have her. But Paige? The idea of her treating him made him puff his chest out to try and defend himself against it. 

      Not because he didn’t like her, or felt like she shouldn’t treat him. It was simply an instinct. The same thing happened with his brother, and the amount of times the pair wrestled over a check was rather astounding considering they didn’t see one another all that often. The look on her face had him smiling and chuckling just enough to let her know he found her amusing, shifting his weight to his left foot he tilted his head to look at her. 

Despite the fact that the kiss was brief, Mickey could feel the love he expressed in the simple contact. How he could always show her the love and tenderness he felt towards her in all the small ways never ceased to amaze her.

A soft sound of laughter rose at his offer, nodding, “I believe we do, yes,” She agreed, her smile growing as she reached up to cup his painted cheek, giggling. “We might want to at least try to wash some of this off before we bathe,” she giggled a bit more, reaching up to kiss his lips again.

“I’ll grab us towels, you grab the bath bomb?” She offered, moving to pull away, taking a couple steps back from him, though her eyes remained firmly on him, not watching where she was going in the slightest. He always captured and kept her attention, no matter what it was they were doing.

        It seemed that every gentle action they shared was dripping with love and affection for one another. So wholly devoted that there was no room for doubt that their love was strong, or that the other was completely invested in the other. Joey had never expected love to be so straightforward. He had seen in complicated and beyond repair and he only assumed that love was made like that. But with Mickey? Beyond what he could ever have hoped for. 

        He leaned his head into her touch just enough to be able to feel her warmth easier. His smile was even and bold, highlighting those small dips in his cheeks as he did so. The fact that she was agreeing with him had his heart racing like a pre-school boy holding a girls hand for the first time. She worked wonders, this woman. 

“Okay I have got to introduce you to the world of club music,” Sheldon laughed, leaning back on his hands, “Eh, the people aren’t that bad,” but then as long as he could dress how he wanted, Sheldon was always comfortable around people, “The music is amazing. Just getting lost in the beat and moving with the bodies around you. It’s transforming…” in those clubs he’d finally gotten a glimpse of who he really was.

        Laughing, Joey shifted his weight and turned both his knees towards Sheldon to see him better, to try and converse with him a little more openly. The sound of the Club sounded... Not something Joey would like. But the way Sheldon described it, it sounded kind of beautiful. A bunch of people simply enjoying themselves in other’s presence.