Summary: “He looks at you, he looks at you like you’re fucking indestructible. Maybe you are. Maybe you could take a bullet right now, and you wouldn’t feel a thing.
You can feel your own youth, tonight. You never feel young when he isn’t around. You never felt young before he came around. He touches you like you’re young. Like you’re halfway his, halfway in debt to the cracked pavement. You are.”
Or, the canon-compliant, second-person story of Mickey, from Season 1 to Season 7.