3rd person POV:
Ian was manic. He wouldn't even admit that he was bipolar, but his siblings knew, he was manic. He had started going to airports and claiming lost luggage that wasn't his after Mickey claimed one bag, and one bag only. Mickey came home, he was tired, and just wanted to lay in bed with Ian. He walked into the house and say a bunch of stuff neatly organized. He knew for a fact it wasn't his or his family's. He looked around and finally found Ian. "What the hell happened to my house?" He asks Ian. "I went back to the airport and got more suitcases. Thought it could maybe help in the money department." He turned away from Mickey and started organizing the stuff that was in their room. "Have you lost your mind? No that wasn't a good idea, it was risky." Mickey says grabbing Ian's arms. "No more suitcases, ok?" He says looking into Ian's eyes. "Ok." Ian says kissing Mickey's forehead before going back to organizing.
It took days to sort everything out and get it sold, but when they did Mickey was very happy that he didn't have to deal with selling anymore of other people's stuff that he had not stolen.
