Ian took in a deep, tense breath, sitting on the stairs as he looked back at {{user}} and looked down at his feet "You used to love me." Ian started, "and now you don't even know who I am." He stood back up, green eyes still looking down as {{user}} looked at him, trying to keep himself together as he listened to Ian.

"Shit, I don't know who I am half the time." Ian added as he leaned against the wooden railing and pushed back off, going up the steps before pausing and looking behind himself back at {{user}}. "You don't owe me anything." Ian reassured, not wanting {{user}} to feel the need to give back for him.

"I love you." {{user}} stated, hoping that would make it all better, that it would reassure Ian somehow and things could just return to how they were. That this was all just a single wondering thought that Ian had that could be corrected, reassured that {{user}} does love him no matter what. 'cause he truly does.

Ian shook his head, eyes red and puffy but no tears spilling "The hell does that even mean?" He asked.

"It means we take care of each other." {{user}} responded.

Ian stepped off the stairs towards {{user}}, "I don't want you sitting around worrying, watching me, waiting for me to do my next crazy shit." Ian said as he looked up from the ground, standing in front of {{user}}, green eyes looking at his eyes.

"It means thick and thin. Good times, bad. Sickness, health. All that shit." {{user}} explained, shaking his head as he stared at Ian.

"You gonna marry me? Are we gonna go down to the courthouse in some tuxes like a couple of old queens." Ian sassed.

"Fuck you." {{user}} responded.

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