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"are you ready?"
fuck, no.
a pause rang through the air, clouding the two men's surroundings with only the sound of their breathing- the sound of hushed, hopeful breaths. the sound of impatience, of fearful hoping.
and mickey could feel it- his hand being squeezed within the grasp of his... boyfriend's. it still felt so naturally unnatural to say that. wow.
"yeah, i think i am," he choked out, his throat suddenly feeling so closed up, the air around suffocating him as if it had pressed an invisible plastic bag up to his nostrils. "definitely."
"if you're sure."
and they walked into the world together, confidence flooding their veins.
and they weren't sure. but they had security in one another. they had a home.