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เณหโฅ Ian Clayton Gallagher.
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A grimace on his face at his brother's words, bringing his orbs to the exact spot where the smoke faded away. No easy life, huh?
โ Fighting is kind of a tradition here, right? What do they fight about anyway? โ
" dnest feel that way as of late. "
taking another hit from the blunt , he blew the soke al over the room , falling ut with smoke before going through the windows
"Between Fiona and Tami constantly fighting โ and Fred getting kicked out of daycare after daycare for violence โ"
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The room was in semi-darkness, only a slight light managed to sneak in behind the completely drawn curtains. The headache was his only companion as his eyes wandered around the room without stopping at any specific point.
A pair of blankets insulated his body from the --
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-- freezing cold that was soaking into his bones, making him shiver. He had heard his older sister's voices, the knocking on the door, but everything had immediately become a blur.
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โ Frank was a shitty father and he will always be. โ
He said, nodding his head as he turned his head slightly to him.
โ Youโre not him. Fred is lucky little guy, yโknow? โ
โ I know you're not. Lucky for you. โ
He let out a small chuckle as part of those words, wanting to make it clearer that it was a joke, but not entirely.
โ You should come and see the house one day. โ
They had been their own parents, it had always been that way. So that bond between them had grown much stronger since they were kids.
โ Iโm glad, by the way. I need you clean, you know? โ
โ At least I wonโt find you in some dumpster like Frank. โ
He immediately raised his eyebrows, looking at him, so that he would understand that he didn't mean it in a bad way, only with some concern. Although all the Gallaghers had grown up together, Ian had always had a -โ
โ Back into this now? โ
He inquired, referring to the joint he had just taken between his fingers to take a puff, feeling the smoke seep into his lungs and then join the atmosphere of the room being exhaled slowly.
They were supposed to help, yes, but he wasn't sure if they really did or if it was just a perception, something they told each other to make it more bearable.
So Ian ended up shrugging his shoulders and raising his gaze to his older sister.
โ I could eat. โ
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โ i know โฆ but yโneed ta take โem . theyโre supposed ta be helpinโ you . โ
she sighed , her shoulders dropping with sympathy as she too drank from her caffeinated beverage .
โ yโhungry ? โ
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Ian didn't mean to treat her badly, but all that stuff about the meds, the clinic visits and shit like that didn't let him think straight. Fiona wanted to help him, he knew that, he just couldn't let himself see it clearly at the moment.
He took a sip of the -โ
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โ and if i donโt remind you , yโend up not takinโ โem . so , iโd beg ta differ . โ
she hated his cold stare , but sheโd gotten used to it by now . all of her siblings as theyโve grown older had been treating her
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Tired face, dark circles under his eyes and a look that could pierce anyone. That's how the ginger-haired man looked at his older sister when she brought up the subject of his stupid meds again.
โ I donโt need a babysitter, you know? โ
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fiona eyes @vcantfixme as her lithe digits wrap around her coffee mug , lifting it to her parted brims .
โ yโtake yer meds ? โ
she inquired , worrying about his well - being .
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โ I am surprised myself. โ
He let out a chuckle and settled back in his seat. Sometimes Ian just missed this ; banal chats with his older brother, like when they were just kids who didn't know how to do anything but get into trouble. A nostalgic smile soon appeared -โ
letting out a soft chuckle, he reached into his jacket once more, pulling out another smoke โ it wasn't a normal cigarette, it was a joint. Taking the lighter between his fingers, he lit the end of the joint.
" surprised you were able to talk mickey milkovich of all โ
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โ How the hell do you call yourself our dad? Jeez, Frank. โ
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โ If it were for you, you wouldโve trade us for whatever the hell you were in the mood for, Frankโ โ
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They had always had those moments ; little fights that ended with both of them admitting their share of guilt, drinking a beer or smoking, as if nothing had happened. And that was one of those moments.
At the question asked, the red-haired man took the last puff -โ
He knew that โ he also knew he wasn't going to let it drive a wedge through their brotherly relationship like it had so many times in the past flicking the remains out the cracked window โ he turned to face the finger once again.
" so โ life what you expected on
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He was supposed to believe him, he was supposed to trust that his brother had learned from last time. Just like Lip was supposed to trust him when he kept going back to the same old shit over and over.
Ian let out a sigh exhaling the smoke from his cigarette at -โ
"I didn't fucking see Karen, alright? "
blue hues averting the ginger's gaze. He was technically telling the truth they didn't 'see' each other like they'd done on and off โ they met at the alibi that was it. She apologized.
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He could see that it was still a delicate matter in the way his brother had broached โor rather avoidedโ the subject. Ian took a long drag on his cigarette and gently returned the hit on his brother's arm and then leaned back against the wall. Sure, he rather not -โ
even now, the whole situation still had a sore spot, much like his past relationships with Kash or even Trevor, there'd always been something there โ despite how Karen had manipulated him. He was still that person he was at the age of seventeen, in some ways.
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โ The fuck is wrong with you? โ
Eyes rolled at that reaction from the older man, pulling away slightly as the knuckles dug into his arm. Yes, he knew perfectly well what he expected after his words.

