love is patient, love is kind

“You really trust me, eh?” Mickey asks, it’s rhetorical, mostly. Of course he knows Ian trusts him; it’s been a two way street for as long as he can remember now. But there’s something about the unbridled trust Ian has in him, in this moment, letting Mickey hold a blade to his skin in means to shave his beard even with how he’s feeling right now. Ian looks up at him, confused. “You really asking me that?” He pauses, bringing a hand up to settle on Mickey’s hip and squeezes, gentle. “With my life,” he says, easy and sure.Mickey's heart clenches as he brushes his knuckles over the now smooth skin of Ian’s cheek. So many years later and some things never change, good thing.