After the season finale, we were all left to wonder what the hell is going to happen to Ian and Mickey. The Gallavich relationship literally changed love as I knew it. And the evolution of Mickey has been something so beautiful to watch. These two deserve a happy ending, damn it.
M: Who gives a shit about everyone else. What fucking difference does it make if I lie to them?
I: Because... you're not free.
M: Ian, what you and I have makes me free.
M: Hey, excuse me! Can I get everybody's attention, please? I just want everybody here to know I'm fucking gay. Big ol' mo.' Just thought everybody should know that. *looks over at Ian* You happy now?
M: This really where you wanna spend your day off?
I: You're here.
I: Just wondering if we're a couple or not.
M: Of course we are.
F: He might have to be hospitalized.
M: What do you mean? Like a psych ward? No fuckin' way. No fuckin' way! He's staying here.
F: He could end up suicidal.
M: Then we hide the knives until he perks up. I can take care of him, okay? Let me take care of him until he's better.
F: It can be weeks. It's mood swings, okay? It's almost impossible to handle.
M: Don't fuckin' tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. He's fuckin' family.
M: He's not going to some fuckin' nut house, you hear me? He stays here. He's staying with me.
I: You don't owe me anything.
M: I love you.
I: What the hell does that even mean?
M: It means we take care of each other.
I: I don't want you sitting around worrying, watching me, waiting for me to do my next crazy shit.
M: It means thick and thin. Good times, bad times, sickness, health, all that shit.
M: This is you breaking up with me?
M: Really? Fuck.
M: What are you hoping I tell you not to go? Ima chase after you like some bitch?
I: I didn't come here for you.
*Mickey chokes up*
I: Don't what?
M: Just... *starts to cry*
I: Gallagher's spelled with two L's.
M: No it's fucking not. *laughs* Been thinking about you. You ever think of me? You gonna wait for me?
M: Will you? Wait? Fucking lie if you have to man. Eight years is a long time.
I: Yeah. Yeah, Mickey, I'll wait.
M: You should come.
I: Come with you to Mexico?
M: Thought a lot about you inside. You're under my skin man, the fuck can I do?
M: What's the matter with you? Let's go.
I: I can't.
M: You can. Get behind the wheel, drive the damn car. Hey, we're one step from the finish line.
*Ian tries to hand Mickey money*
M: What the fuck is that? I don't want your fucking money. I want you to come with me. Don't do this.
I: I love you.
M: Then get in the fucking car.
I: I'm sorry.
M: That's it, huh? Fuck you, Gallagher.
I could literally go on forever.
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