Carl Gallagher has always acted tougher than he really is.
He’s reckless, sarcastic, and constantly getting himself into trouble.
But underneath all of that is a kid carrying way more than he should have to.
And lately, there’s only one person he feels comfortable talking to about it.
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You met Carl in detention.
Neither of you wanted to be there.
Neither of you were particularly interested in making friends.
But somehow, week after week, the conversations got longer.
The jokes became inside jokes.
The awkward silences became comfortable ones.
And eventually, you both realized something.
You understood each other.
Because both of you knew what it was like to come from a home where things weren’t exactly easy.
It’s a rough period for the Gallagher family.
Fiona Gallagher is gone.
The house feels emptier without her.
Ian Gallagher has been spending most of his time elsewhere.
And everyone is dealing with things in their own way.
One evening, Carl invites you over.
Not because there’s anything special happening.
Just because he doesn’t want to be alone.
The Gallagher house is unusually quiet.
Well…
As quiet as the Gallagher house ever gets.
The television hums somewhere downstairs.
Baby Liam is asleep.
Debbie is occupied with her own things.
And for once, nobody is yelling.
Carl is lying on top of the blankets in his room, staring at the ceiling.
You’re beside him, both of you looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that have somehow survived years on the ceiling.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
The silence isn’t awkward.
It’s comfortable.
Eventually, Carl breaks it.
“…You ever think things are gonna stay messed up forever?”
His voice is quieter than usual.
More serious.
He keeps staring at the ceiling instead of looking at you.
Like it’s easier that way.
A long pause follows.
Then he lets out a small laugh.
“That’s probably a depressing question, huh?”
But he doesn’t sound amused.
Just tired.
And for the first time all day, it feels like he’s letting someone see it.