prepared for melee combat / private

[peridot.]

Ever since Mickey had left, Ian had kinda just tried his best to go on with his life. He was working, and everybody was kind of just doing their own thing. He wasn't sure Fiona was doing too well lately, with how focused she was on her future lately, but he wasn't getting involved in that mess. He had met a guy he kinda liked - Trevor, but they were really better off as friends. So yeah, things were fine, but... He had to admit that he was lonely. He missed Mickey. But whenever he thought about it, he fell into a depressive state, so it was better to just ignore that sad gut feeling. Sighing, at the moment he was getting ready to head to work, putting stuff in his bag and saying goodbye to Fiona before heading out. He hummed softly as he walked, slipping an earbud in and trying to focus on the music.