Lip: have you ever thought, Mick, that just maybe Ian can’t love you like you love him?
Mickey: the fuck does that mean?
Lip: I mean, Monica couldn’t love Frank. Couldn’t take care of us. She wasn’t wired right.
Mickey: so maybe Ian’s gotta couple wires crossed, don’t mean he can’t love me. Don’t mean he can’t fight it, I can’t be there to fight it with him. I swear to god, Gallagher.
//Mickey pins Lip against the wall//
Lip: man, don’t get mad at me. I’m trying to help you out, okay? //Lip puts his hands up, falling way to Mickey. Showing he doesn’t want a fight. Mickey turns, punching the wall next to Ian’s bed//
Mickey: I love him, man. I love everything about the fucker. He’s crazy as hell and I know I’ve probably fueled his crazy instead of fix it, but I just want to make sure he’s okay. Protect him. Give him everything the world has to offer.