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— when tara mentioned she was going to flintlock to see thomas, part of him had hesitated. part of him considered asking if he could go with her and finn. the other part of him let him smile shortly and wish her safe travels. tell eddie that he said hello. closing the door as she left, mickey stood in silence. only then did he feel the weight that came whenever he was alone. his gaze remained on the door a moment longer. he clenched his jaw shortly, breathing a deep sigh through his nose. then he turned away, eventually seating himself on the couch.
he had been keeping himself busy lately. it looked like he hardly had time to himself, anymore. he was always either at the clinic working alongside lucerne or instead filling his spare time surrounded by finn or tara. it was rare to see him alone nowadays. perhaps a part of him knew and failed to admit that the relentless work ethic hadn’t been without reason. his gaze swept around the silent living room, eventually lowering his gaze to the coffee table. it wasn’t right to do, and he knew that-- though sometimes it was easier to busy oneself with work than to confront painful thoughts.
he had been getting better. he had a good life, and he knew that. that only made him feel more guilt for feeling the way he did. anyone else with his life would’ve felt grateful, happy. yet there were moments mick had to himself where, beneath the pride of his work, he felt like his seams still weren’t completely together anymore. he had his happy ending, at least he was sure this would be the rest of his life -- and he felt guilty because of the dark thoughts that plagued him from time to time when he knew he had it much better than others.
knocking on the door brought him back to reality, blinking in surprise. he didn’t expect anyone to come around. he passed it off as someone probably wanting to see tara, or someone seeing if he could head back to the clinic.. with a short breath he stood up from the couch, brushing himself off to look slightly more presentable before he opened the door. needless to say, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
“green.”
it sounded almost like more of a question. what was he doing here? his gaze wandered towards green’s torso. what had happened to him? the younger man was a sorry sight, looking damaged enough just by looking into his eyes - let alone looking at the blood that clung to his shirt. he didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything at first, as he opened his door for green. he stepped aside enough to let green through. “here, come in.” he ushered green in without even a second thought. worried - even scared - as he was, he looked so carefully composed. he figured the last thing green needed was worried, sympathetic eyes.
“make yourself comfortable on the couch. i’ll grab my supplies.” with that he wandered towards the kitchen, and his mind was slowly trying to piece together the sorry sight in front of him. green was hurt; the man who least deserved to be injured or harmed. his mind flashed images as he searched in the cupboard for his supplies, grabbing the bag. he struggled to put the pieces together. he thought of the time he saw mateo one night, washing blood from his hands as he thought he was alone. mickey hadn’t questioned it. he failed to do anything about it. “green isn’t like himself anymore. something’s wrong” people had noted to him about his past friend. he hadn’t gone to green about it because he hadn’t thought it was his place; he wasn’t his friend anymore. green, mateo… he didn’t let himself linger on the thought as he wandered back to the living room.
green’s friend wouldn’t do that to him. surely, as much of a monster as mateo was, he wouldn’t go so far as to hurt his only friend, his best friend. mickey wished that was true.
“alright.” setting the bag on the coffee table, he dug around in it. in the silence, he considered asking what happened, why it happened. perhaps part of him didn’t want to know the answer, scared he already knew what had happened. as he rummaged through the bag for a few supplies, he casually said, “take your shirt off, please.” he didn’t realize just how difficult that simple request would be for green.
— when tara mentioned she was going to flintlock to see thomas, part of him had hesitated. part of him considered asking if he could go with her and finn. the other part of him let him smile shortly and wish her safe travels. tell eddie that he said hello. closing the door as she left, mickey stood in silence. only then did he feel the weight that came whenever he was alone. his gaze remained on the door a moment longer. he clenched his jaw shortly, breathing a deep sigh through his nose. then he turned away, eventually seating himself on the couch.
he had been keeping himself busy lately. it looked like he hardly had time to himself, anymore. he was always either at the clinic working alongside lucerne or instead filling his spare time surrounded by finn or tara. it was rare to see him alone nowadays. perhaps a part of him knew and failed to admit that the relentless work ethic hadn’t been without reason. his gaze swept around the silent living room, eventually lowering his gaze to the coffee table. it wasn’t right to do, and he knew that-- though sometimes it was easier to busy oneself with work than to confront painful thoughts.
he had been getting better. he had a good life, and he knew that. that only made him feel more guilt for feeling the way he did. anyone else with his life would’ve felt grateful, happy. yet there were moments mick had to himself where, beneath the pride of his work, he felt like his seams still weren’t completely together anymore. he had his happy ending, at least he was sure this would be the rest of his life -- and he felt guilty because of the dark thoughts that plagued him from time to time when he knew he had it much better than others.
knocking on the door brought him back to reality, blinking in surprise. he didn’t expect anyone to come around. he passed it off as someone probably wanting to see tara, or someone seeing if he could head back to the clinic.. with a short breath he stood up from the couch, brushing himself off to look slightly more presentable before he opened the door. needless to say, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
“green.”
it sounded almost like more of a question. what was he doing here? his gaze wandered towards green’s torso. what had happened to him? the younger man was a sorry sight, looking damaged enough just by looking into his eyes - let alone looking at the blood that clung to his shirt. he didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything at first, as he opened his door for green. he stepped aside enough to let green through. “here, come in.” he ushered green in without even a second thought. worried - even scared - as he was, he looked so carefully composed. he figured the last thing green needed was worried, sympathetic eyes.
“make yourself comfortable on the couch. i’ll grab my supplies.” with that he wandered towards the kitchen, and his mind was slowly trying to piece together the sorry sight in front of him. green was hurt; the man who least deserved to be injured or harmed. his mind flashed images as he searched in the cupboard for his supplies, grabbing the bag. he struggled to put the pieces together. he thought of the time he saw mateo one night, washing blood from his hands as he thought he was alone. mickey hadn’t questioned it. he failed to do anything about it. “green isn’t like himself anymore. something’s wrong” people had noted to him about his past friend. he hadn’t gone to green about it because he hadn’t thought it was his place; he wasn’t his friend anymore. green, mateo… he didn’t let himself linger on the thought as he wandered back to the living room.
green’s friend wouldn’t do that to him. surely, as much of a monster as mateo was, he wouldn’t go so far as to hurt his only friend, his best friend. mickey wished that was true.
“alright.” setting the bag on the coffee table, he dug around in it. in the silence, he considered asking what happened, why it happened. perhaps part of him didn’t want to know the answer, scared he already knew what had happened. as he rummaged through the bag for a few supplies, he casually said, “take your shirt off, please.” he didn’t realize just how difficult that simple request would be for green.