12 Dec 2013
He thinks about it sometimes, about making it official. God knows enough people talk about the two of ‘em, living together like they do. They give them looks sometimes, say disapproving little things about what Stella’s ma would’ve thought about her going around with a fella like him, without even having a ring to show for it.
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06 May 2018
Mitch gestures for her to keep going, and Zach really can’t believe she’s saying this, but there’s something in Mitch’s eyes that make Zach want to push her. “It’s like, a lot, you know? The tears take a lot out of me.”
Mitch sucks in a breath, looking a little dazed. “You’d do that? To yourself?”
(Alternatively: And they were roommates.)
It feels so hard to believe that two years ago he was pining futilely and his house felt hollow and a family seemed more like a dream than anything, but here he's sat. Leant into Zhenya's side and looking and him scoop her up to comfort her, each extra careful movement of his hands filling up spaces in Sid's heart he didn't know he had.
He heard Auston draw a sharp breath. His hand dropped a little, cupped Mitch's cheek, and he'd just been so completely taken with him that he'd pressed his lips to the pad of his thumb, rough against his mouth.
There'd been 3 heartbeats worth of dead silence, punctuated only by the tumble drier whirring and the blustering wind outside. Mitch knows, because he'd counted them, a tiny fraction of a moment crystallising.
[or: Mitch finally gets a fucking clue.]
Mitch has been a tease most of the night, and it shouldn't work for Auston - but. It does. Auston is easy for it, and she's so so fucking screwed.
She also maybe wants to make Mitch come so good she forgets her own name.