15. Fuck us, man.
"I can't believe dad did this shit. The new face of the gay rights movement? What the actual fuck, who does that? " Lip shrugs. Ethan grabs to red papercups with wine: "I'm going up, toss over some chocolate, Deb. " With chocolate and alcohol he feel like he can face his brother. Ian's facing the wall, lying on a bag of frozen peas. His tears are silent, but Ethan can sense that they're there.
"Ian? " He closes the door behind him. Ian doesn't: "I brought fancy booze. " Ian stretches out his arm. Ethan hands him a cup. He empties it and Ethan gives him the other one. His twin turns around with a bruised face and puffy eyes. "Hey bro, what's going on? " Ian sits up, holding the ice to his eye: "Mickey let some steam out. Fag-bashing is his all time favourite hobby. " Ethan breaks off a piece of chocolate and hands it to him. "Mickey did this? I'll kick his ass- " He dumps down on Ian's bed: "You? Fat chance. Also, I asked him to do it. I just wanted him to admit it. "
Ethan pulls the younger twin into a tight hug: "Dude, I know how much you love Mickey. I'm sorry he doesn't see that. " Ian buries his head in Ethan's shoulder. "He's getting married, E. To a woman. Why is this happening to me? Why is this happening to us. " Ethan carefully stoked his shoulder: "Gallaghers have it harder. But we don't complain. Well, Frank does. " Ian laughs. "I'll go with you, to the wedding. If you want me to. Mick's a good friend. Uhm- sorry- " Ian shrugs: "Don't walk on eggshells. I know that he's one of your best friends. " Ian pads his back: "Fuck us, man. " They laugh together