There may come a time when I don’t reblog this post but that day is not this day.
Everything was great, and now it’s fucked.
Ian coming home after his shift to Mickey fast asleep on their bed. Ian as fast as he can strips and climbs into bed next to Mickey and hugs his arms against Mickey’s chest. Then Mickey would half asleep ask ‘how was work?’. Then Ian would answer, ‘the usual’. They would fall alseep on each other, Ian’s head resting in between mickey neck and shoulder. Ian’s fingers intertwined with Mickey’s.
Emma Kenney for Thrifty Hunter (x)