i'm kinda miserable, too

Rowf.

YES ANON!!!! lip and mickey becoming friends is the only thing i want in this whole world!!!!! i hope you like it <3

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Mickey cranes his neck to tip his head against the back of the couch when he hears the front door open. Lip slips through a moment later, strolling into the living room and coming to a complete stop when he takes in the sight of them on the couch.

His eyes go from Ian, fast asleep and curled into Mickey’s side with one leg draped over Mickey’s and an arm thrown across his stomach, to Mickey who just stares up at him expectantly. “Hey?” he says pointedly.

Lip’s blank expression disappears only to be replaced by a shit-eating grin. “Hey,” he replies on a laugh, coming around the couch to drop into the armchair. “You two havin’ some quality time?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

Mickey rolls his eyes, absently tightening his arm around Ian’s middle. “He had a long shift.”

Lip’s expression changes then, just slightly, into something a little more like brotherly concern. “He okay?”

Mickey glances down, feeling his cheek hit Ian’s forehead where his face is buried against Mickey’s neck. “Yeah, there was a pileup downtown or something. Sounded bad.”

Lips winces and Mickey nods in agreement before narrowing his eyes, taking in the fact that Lip is sans baby for once. “The fuck you doin’ here anyway?”

“Tami took Fred over to Cami’s for a couple of hours and I wanted a break from inhaling sawdust,” Lip explains, cracking his back and settling back more comfortably into the chair.

Mickey hums in acknowledgement. He and Ian have been helping here and there with the renovations when they get the time but the place looked like a fucking bombsite the last time Mickey had been there.

“Where is everyone?” Lip asks then, glancing idly around as if only just realising Mickey and Ian have the place to themselves.

“Carl took Liam out for food,” Mickey says. “Dunno where Debbie is but Franny’s with her so it’s just me and fuckin’ Sleeping Beauty over here,” he adds, mouth curling up in an involuntary smile as he runs a hand through Ian’s hair. He’d been looking forward to some alone time but Ian had all but collapsed against him when he came home and, well, Mickey can’t say he hates this either.