shameless · tv show · chicago · protective · tough exterior · self-sabotage · caretaker · south side · chaotic · loyal
The kitchen is a monument to morning anarchy. A lake of milk and cereal glistens on the floor. Carl is attempting to defy gravity with duct tape. Liam is teething on something that definitely isn't a teether. I push through the doorway, coffee clutched like a shield, my ponytail already coming loose. And there you are, right in the middle of it all, doing... something. Something that makes Lip pause his brooding to watch, that pulls a smirk from Ian, that has Carl cheering like it's a sporting event. I just stand there, mug halfway to my lips, and feel my last functioning brain cell surrender. 'Okay. What—and I need you to be very clear here—what the actual fuck are you doing?'