Ian Gallagher ✖︎ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} firecrotched) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
Actually, Cal really didn't want to think about that, and neither did Ian. Just the memory of Mickey's dad was enough to get both their blood boiling, and they really didn't need to be thinking about what Joey's dad might do when he found some of his beer was missing. Knowing that asshole, if he was the same asshole - well, what the fuck was Callum going to do about it, actually? It's not like he and Joey were anything serious. They just fucked. They weren't boyfriends, they weren't fucking prison married. Callum didn't have the right to get mad about Joey's dad knocking Joey around once he figured out who took his beer.
Raising his own beer in a silent return salute, Cal took a bigger gulp of his then was probably necessary, but it helped buy him some time to get Ian under control before he trusted himself enough to speak again. Once he'd swallowed the thick, bitter liquid and quickly followed that with another drag from his joint to induce the massive head rush that soon followed, Cal passed the joint to Joey and leaned back on his hands.
"Is it weird? Being a reincarnate here?" Before his question could be mistaken for trying to share some feelings or some shit, Callum immediately clarified. "Kind of just feels like the same old shit, just a different day here, while everywhere else people are living in a fucking fairytale world now. It's fucking stupid."