listen: mickey milkovich has dry hands.
has anyone headcanon this before? :D
like the skin on his palms peel off especially during the winter.
growing up, he ignored it because it's whatever. you have a lot more to worry about besides dry hands when you're tryina navigate life as a milkovich kid in southside chicago.
but now that mickey's married, to ian gallagher no less, he finds himself constantly being asked to, "try this hand lotion, mick! tammi swears by it and it smells good too!"
mickey of course scoffs at the pansy-ass names and fragrances these hand lotions come in. Loving Lavender? you fuckin' serious, gallagher, you want me to smell like a fuckin' grandma? get that shit away from me.
so it's a constant battle for ian to try and coax his husband to put on some damn lotion for those chapped hands. he makes it a personal challenge to try and find a lotion that smells nice that simultaneously doesn't have a "gay-ass motherfuckin' name" (mick's words, not his). sure vaseline lotions work just fine, but ian wants finer things in life dammit, and he wants to spoil his street rat of a husband -- what's so wrong with that?!
he finally hits the jackpot with an obscure hand lotion called BLOOD ORANGE that actually smells DIVINE. like an actual tangerine. the scent's not too feminine and not too sweet. perfect for his macho husband.
and here's the kicker: ian asks debbie's help to let franny gift it to mickey on christmas. because ain't no way mick's gonna scoff at franny's gift, he likes the kid way too much (even if you'll never get him to admit it out loud, not even on his deathbed).
and that's the tale of how ian clayton gallagher manages to get his husband to rub BLOOD ORANGE HAND LOTION on his hands every time winter rolls around.