Mitch is rudely awoken by a loud knocking at the door, "When did I fall asleep?"
"Half an hour ago."
"I'm not sure."
"Tell them to fuck off, I'm sleepy." Scott chuckles and starts to get up, "No, I was kidding."
"I know, love, I wanna check." He looks through the peephole and sees a police officer.
He opens the door, "Hello, Officer."
"Good afternoon. Are you Mitchell Grassi." Mitch stands and walks to them.
"No, that would be me."
"Do you know an Anthony Williams?"
"Yes. What is this about?"
"He's saying you assaulted him in the bathroom. You punched him in the jaw, yes?"
"I did. I know you'd have to take me down the station, but I'm half blind, and I can't bring my dog. Please, just come in, and let me explain." The cop agrees, and they go inside to sit down.
"I had gone into the bathroom, and Tony came in shortly after. He pushed me against the wall when I tried to leave, and he made me stay there. He threatened me a couple of times, and when Scott walked in, I punched Tony."
"Are you Scott?"
"Is this true?"
"I have proof." Mitch remembers.
"Tony called me a few days ago saying he'd find me. Since then, whenever I'd go somewhere alone, I'd turn on the recorder on my phone. I have it if it'll help."
"Play it." Mitch pulls out his phone and plays the video. Visually it's just black, but the voices are very clear.
"And, Sir, Tony's not supposed to be within 50 yards of me. I have a restraining order against him." Mitch adds when the recording ends.
"Thank you, Mitchell. I'm sorry that this happened. I hope—" There's a knock at the door, and Mitch goes to answer.
"What are you doing here?"
"Checking if you've been arrested, yet."
"Meet Officer Burns. He came here to arrest me, but I think it's your turn." The officer stands and walks toward Tony.
"Anthony Williams, you are under arrest for violation of a restraining order. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you by the state of California." He handcuffs Tony and takes him away.
"Thank God." Mitch mumbles as he closes the door.
"Come back, I'm cold."
Mitch rolls his eyes and sits with Scott like earlier.
"Where'd that come from?"
"Have...have you been taking your meds?" Mitch pulls back to look at Scott.
Scott's smile fades, "I've been forgetting to call the pharmacy to refill them."
"I don't know. Over a week?"
Mitch grabs his phone, "Call them now, please."
"I'll do it later. I'm tired."
"You haven't been sleeping. Call them."
"Scotty, I know that you're getting better, and you don't think you need the meds anymore, but nether your therapist nor your doctor has told you to stop."
"I know myself better than they do."
"You do, but their jobs are to make sure you're okay. They wouldn't keep you on the medication if you didn't need it."
"I don't want to be on meds for the rest of my life. If I stop now, I'll figure out how to live without them."
"If you stop, you'll continue to spiral like you are now."
"I'm not spiraling."
"You're not sleeping, you zone out a lot, you're getting defensive, and you've been trying to hide all of these, so your dad and I wouldn't find out."
"You're not listening to where I'm coming from!"
"I am. I understand what you're saying, and I'm listening to you. There are better ways to go about this situation than just handling it yourself."
Scott sighs, "I know. And before you ask, I didn't relapse." He rolls up his sleeves. Mitch moves to sit on his lap and place his hands on either side of Scott's face.
"I love you, and I'm proud of you, Scotty. There's nothing wrong with needing some help."
"I love you, too. Will you hand me my phone?" Scott calls in his prescription and puts his phone aside when he's finished.
Mitch lays his head on Scott's shoulder, and Scott pulls him closer, "Ya know, you're my favorite person." Mitch mumbles.
"Yeah? You're mine, too. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Probably run into walls and forget your glasses. Seriously, you've run into more walls than I have, and I was blind for three years."
"You have a cane and a dog and a me."
"It's a wonder you never ran me into a wall."
Scott laughs, "I almost did on our first date when we got back from the restaurant."
"Did you really?"
"Yes." Scott moves, so he's lying down with Mitch still on top of him.
"I didn't know you liked laying like this so much."
"Weighted blankets are supposed to help relieve stress and anxiety. I don't have a weighted blanket, but I do have a tiny boyfriend. That's even better."
"You are, too."
Mitch's mom walks in a few minutes later, "Hi, bo—What are you doing?"
Mitch sits up on Scott's waist, "Why are you covering your eyes? We're fully clothed, Mom."
She uncovers her eyes, "That position doesn't look right."
"I'm Scott's weighted blanket." He lies back down.
"He doesn't have one. I'm small, so I'm his weighted blanket."
"I said the same thing."
"Scott, are you staying for dinner?"
"No, my dad's gonna text me when he's home."
"All right." Nel goes into the kitchen to put groceries away.
"You admitted you're small."
"Hush up, and hold me." Scott chuckles and holds Mitch slightly tighter.
"Oh, my god. You're a weighted teddy bear."
"I can live with that."
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