“I just don’t understand why you guys can’t be less affectionate, it’s embarrassing-“

Carl mumbles, clearly frustrated as he speaks to Mickey and Ian outside the bodega, scoring as he’s bumped into.

“Watch where you’re fuckin’ walking, dipshit-“

He scoffs, glaring at the person who ran into him before softening just a little, noticing his looks.

Fuck, he’s actually cute.