Black And White

Hundred Fifty Six

Scott opened the shower door, offering Mitch a towel. "Ready, babe?"

Mitch turned the water off, nodding slowly. "Thanks."

Scott leaned toward him to kiss him once, and then he stepped closer to wrap the towel around him. "Baby, are you okay now?"

Mitch nodded slowly, meeting his eyes as he leaned over to hug him. 

Scott hugged back as gently as he could. "Baby, talk to me. How are you feeling? Calm? Tired? I, uh... I ordered you some food. The room service people are like gonna close up soon or whatever, but I paid him a big tip of money for comin' up here."

Mitch hugged back a little tighter all of a sudden. "I don't know... Nice of you to do, but I don't know if I can eat..."

"No, it's fine if you don't. I just got a bunch of shit just in case..."

Mitch leaned back a little to look up at him, and then smiled a little. "Thanks... Can we lay down, and... Watch movies?"

"Of course." Scott made sure the towel was on tight enough to stay, as he scooped Mitch up in his arms like a princess. "I got some chocolate stuff you might want too. I... I didn't know what people like to eat after one of those... Uh. Panic attacks? I think?"

Mitch gasped as soon as they were in the bedroom, seeing all the food Scott had ordered. "Christ, you could feed the whole building with all of this. What the fuck did you--?"

"I just didn't know what you'd be hungry for, and I knew you wanted to be left alone so I didn't want to ask, and... I called your mom, and she said to order you something healthy to calm your body back down, but Avi said something chocolate-y and the internet said--"

Mitch leaned up to kiss him so he'd stop talking, but Scott was too determined.

"But then when I asked Alex, he said--"

Mitch kissed him again and giggled a little. 

"And the people in room service suggested I just order your favorite thing, so I--"

"Scottie, honey. You're the cutest, sweetest, most thoughtful man. Thank you so much for all of this."

Scott stared at him. "You think so?"

"Mhmm."

"I'm sorry you're not hungry, I feel dumb for getting all of this without knowing if you were hungry, I just wanted to help." Scott rushed out the entire sentence, gently setting Mitch down on the bed. 

"Hell no. Fuck that. Get me something chocolate-y."

Scott smiled at him, and then hurried to obey him. He rushed past the pasta dishes, the steak and the small plate of fruit. He then held up one dish of chocolate mousse and then another dish of a slice of chocolate cake.

Mitch glanced in between them, and then smiled a little. "The cake, please. Thank you."

Scott took the plate, grabbing a fork, and then walked over to carefully sit beside Mitch on the bed. 

Mitch took the cake from him, and then scooted around the bed to sit between Scott's legs and lean into him. He felt Scott's arms wrap around his waist, and then smiled as he began to eat his dessert. 

Scott smiled too, setting his head on Mitch's shoulder. "I'm glad you're feeling better... Is there anything else I can do? Are you warm enough? Should I call your mom and... And you can talk to her? She seemed to know what was going on, and I was so worried, I might've worried her on accident and I'm sorry for--"

Mitch leaned back more to look into his eyes. "Okay, Sweetheart. Now you sound like you're the one panicking. It's okay, honey. Let's just relax for right now."