Poison and Wine

First

"Oh your hands can heal"

It didn't go away. Mitch thought that surely, whoever this crazy person was at his door at 2 am, would leave once they received the memo that he was not answering the door.

He didn't know what would be worse, getting out of bed or continuing to listen to the loud knocking.

"Mitch! I know you're in there!"

Mitch recognized the voice, and it left him even more confused. What is he doing here?

With a loud sigh, he stumbled out of bed. He grabbed a blanket off of his couch on his way to the door, wrapping himself up completely. He didn't even bother seeing what he looked like. He had a feeling that it resembled an animal. Because sadly, unlike the Queen, not everyone could wake up flawless. But he felt that if someone wanted to interrupt his sleeping at this ungodly hour, they'd have to deal with his appearance.

"Oh thank god! I thought you'd ignore me forever!" Was the relieved response from Alex as Mitch swung the door open.

"Honestly considered it," Mitch mumbled under his breath. "Want to tell me what you're doing at my door at... hmm I don't know...2 am?!"

"I know it's late, I'm sorry." Alex moved into Mitch's apartment, without being invited Mitch noticed.

"You're telling me," Mitch said as he turned on the lights in the living room, his heavy eyes adjusting to the light. However, it was with this light that he noticed the state of the boy before him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hands shook, and his hair, for the first time ever, was a mess of strands upon his forehead. Mitch's fatigue vanished, immediately being replaced with concern.

It must've shown on his face because the next thing that left Alex's mouth was, "I know, I look like a mess."

"Babe, you and I both know that you could never look like a mess." Alex, being the sweetheart he was, never missed the opportunity to showcase his gratitude for compliments. However, this time he just looked at Mitch, a blank expression upon his tired face. Mitch knew something was wrong. "Not to be a complete ass, but what are you doing here? I mean- is everything okay?"

"We broke up." The words tasted bitter in Alex's mouth, and the situation felt much more real now that he'd said it out loud. He had to fight a break down from coming.

Mitch, who had been moving into the kitchen to get what seemed to be a needed glass of water for the boy, stopped dead in his tracks. Sure, he knew that Scott and Alex had been having problems. With Pentatonix becoming more popular, their demand to stay healthy for tour and continue to create new music was more vital than ever. Even Mitch, who's partner knew what it was like to be busy with work, felt that their relationship deserved more attention. However, Mitch fixed that with some very nice makeup sex.

But it seemed that Scott and Alex hadn't been quite so lucky. It'd been obvious to everyone involved with tour. Even Kirstie, who towards the end of tour becomes extremely distracted by facetime with Jeremy, noticed that something was wrong. But you honestly would have to be blind not to. Scott's phone calls with Alex had become...tense. And everyone knew Scott was lying when he said that Alex couldn't come to Paris anymore due to work.

Mitch received more insight than anyone else, seeing that Scott told him everything. He knew things that practically broke his heart. After seeing the two boys grow as a couple over the years and really and truly fall in love right before his eyes, he'd come to love their relationship. Now seeing it in shambles wrecked him. He'd heard some of the things they screamed at each other, things that no one should ever say ever. However, he never in a million years thought that the two would actually split. They were just too perfect.