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Carlos Reyes never meant for it to become a habit.
It started small—one cigarette borrowed outside a bar after a brutal case, the smoke scratching his throat but calming the buzzing in his head. Then another after a sleepless night. Then suddenly there was a pack tucked into the back of his drawer, hidden beneath neatly folded T-shirts like a secret he was pretending didn’t matter.
Stress had a way of sneaking up on him. And smoking… well. It gave him five quiet minutes where he didn’t have to be perfect.
Until people noticed.
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12 Jun 2026
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Ian doesn't even look at him as he leaves.
He feels the anger seep out of his body at such a rapid pace that he's left feeling cold. All of the fight leaves him in a rush, his shoulders slumping as the door closes with a horrible sense of finality.
How many times has Mickey been in this situation by now? How many times has he watched as Ian's left him behind because of something Mickey did or didn't do? Memories flash in his mind, of a whispered "don't" in his bedroom (not enough), a poorly concealed plea to wait (not enough), a desperate attempt for the last few steps across a border (not enough).
Mickey thought that it would be enough. That he had finally given enough. That there couldn't possibly be any reason why the two wouldn't agree on whatever came next, even with minor hiccups along the way. This doesn't feel like a minor hiccup. This feels like another goddamn ultimatum, and Mickey isn't sure he can fucking budge on this one.
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Or, Mickey and Ian fight, before clearing things up.Bookmarked by Sweta07
24 May 2026