Sorry, too lazy to edit and I wanted this done before Jackie had surgery tomorrow. Sending you all my love and sorry this is dumb :)

At this point, Mitch is seriously considering changing his life choices. He decides that he hates Kirstie. Okay, wait, scratch that. He hates how much he loves Kirstie. If he's being completely honest with himself, he'd have done it for anyone who asked, but especially Kirstie because she's family and his best friend.

He really wishes he hadn't agreed to plan her wedding.

When she first asked him, Mitch had been ecstatic. He loved weddings and dancing and, of course, Kirstie. But now, when it's the last rehearsal dinner before the wedding tomorrow and they're already five minutes behind and nothing is ready, he regrets being so nice to her.

"This is all wrong!" Mitch says exasperatedly, fixing the table setting. "The salad fork goes on the left of the dinner fork. They use the salad fork first and work their way in!"

Mitch is busy rearranging the table settings and shooing the worker off to another table when a voice speaks from behind him. "Still a perfectionist, just like before." Mitch whirls around at the familiar voice, and fuck, this is exactly the last thing he needs right now.

Standing less than twenty feet away from him is his ex-boyfriend, the one who said, "I don't think we should do this anymore," and "I'm sorry it's come to this," and "I never wanted to hurt you," and other things that make Mitch's head hurt. Seeing him there makes Mitch's breath catch in his throat, and he has to remind himself to take deep breaths and not to let Scott see how much he still cares, how much he'll always care.

"What are you doing here?" Mitch asks, and okay, good, his voice is calm and he doesn't sound like he wants to scream and run out of the room as fast as he can.

Scott shrugs, his eyebrows raising slightly in amusement and Mitch wishes he's take his damn sunglasses off. "Kirstie invited me.." Mitch tries not to startle too obviously at that, he hadn't realized the two still kept in touch after they broke up. He supposes it makes sense. Scott and Kirstie had always gotten along well, much to Mitch's pleasure  at the time.

"Oh, right."

They stand in an awkward silence for a few moments before Mitch turns around to fumble with more place settings. His heart is pounding and his mind is literally screaming ScottScottScott and it's taking everything in him to not face Scott again. He thinks that any challenge he's faced before has never been as difficult as his struggle to not run into Scott's arms and kiss the life out of him.

It takes all of his willpower to not turn around again and when he finally does and sees that Scott's gone, he doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

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"Why didn't you tell me you invited him?!" Mitch demands as soon as Kirstie steps through the door. She's staying at his place tonight because of the traditional 'no face to face contact before the wedding day" superstition. Her fiance is staying at the hotel where the reception is, which also makes it easier to oversee everything.

"Because I knew how you'd react!" Kirstie retorts, throwing her coat over the back of the couch.

He picks it up immediately after and hangs it on the coat rack by the door. When he gets to the kitchen Kirstie is already shuffling around, banging cabinets and clinking cups and putting the kettle on the stove. It's so weird to Mitch to think that in just a few hours, Kirstie is going to be married and in a jet off to some exotic place for her honeymoon. And of course, the thought of marriage brings back the thought of Scott, which brings Mitch back to what they were talking about before.

"And how is that?" Mitch asked, taking a seat at the kitchen island

"Exactly like this." Kirstie replies, emphasizing her point by setting down the two mugs she had taken out onto the granite counter a little too hard. Mitch winces and Kirstie sighs, her shoulders visibly relaxing from where he can see before he looks down to his fingers that have suddenly become interesting. "Sorry," she whispers. "I just... I just think that you need to move on, Mitch."

"I have moved on," Mitch answers defensively, shrinking back a little when Kirstie glares at him.

"No, going on four dates with someone you were never even romantically interested in does not count as moving on, Mitch."

Mitch whines and Kirstie shoves him lightly as she comes to take a seat next to him, pushing one of the mugs of tea over to him and keeping one for herself. Her voice takes on a softer, more serious tone, which Mitch recognizes as her caring, protective, older sister one. Granted, he doesn't hear it as often now, but he's taking all that he can get out of her these last hours with Kirstie before she's fully settled into married life.

"I guess I just thought that, you know, maybe if you saw him, it'd help you finally get over him completely. Facing your fears and all that."

"Yeah, well, that backfired," Mitch grumbles, staring into his mug. Kirstie makes a sympathetic noise and reaches out, squeezing Mitch's shoulder lightly. It's quiet between them for a moment, a nice, content silence. But then Kirstie stands, draining the rest of her tea and makes a move towards the guest bedroom.

"You better go get some sleep. It's my wedding day tomorrow and I will not have you acting like a cranky asshole the entire time because you didn't get your beauty sleep."

Mitch rolls his eyes but chugs the rest of his drink, following Kirstie down the hall and turning into his own bedroom after telling her goodnight.

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Mitch leaves his apartment, which had been taken over by makeup kits and hairstyling tools and women at seven in the morning, and takes his suit with him. He decides to head down to the hotel and double check everything, just for himself. He knows Avi wouldn't have let anything go wrong, but still, that's just how Mitch is.

And okay, yeah, maybe Mitch had managed to get Scott's hotel into out of Kirstie before he left this morning and conveniently, Scott was staying in the same hotel where the reception was taking place. He takes a deep breath, standing in front of Scott's hotel door. He feels stupid, pathetic, because after all this time, he still has feelings for Scott and has hopes of them getting back together. He knows it's a possibility. He hasn't been able to get the memory of Scott saying "I still love you, I will always love you. I just can't do a relationship right now." out of his head. He knows that a lot of times things don't work out the way he wants them to, but he hopes that maybe just this once, everything will go right.

He stands there for some time, over thinking, before finally turning away from the door and making his way towards the elevator. He feels a little relieved that Scott hadn't suddenly appeared in the midst of his mental debate, because that would have been embarrassing. But still, fate has a funny way of working out because just as the elevator doors were closing, Mitch catches sight of Scott's door opening and him stepping out, dressed handsomely in a black suit. Then the doors finally shut and Mitch is left in the elevator alone with the wind knocked out of him.

And it all sucks because Scott isn't his and he isn't Scott's. Mitch can't slip a hand over Scott's knee under the table, or softly whine into Scott's ear about them going back to their room, alone, where Scott would press him into the mattress, fucking him while the alcohol slowly stopped clouding their minds and they were left drunk on each other as the night dragged on.

He knows that he no longer has a right to come in contact with Scott and that he can't just mindlessly show affection because he's not in a position to do so anymore. And fuck, Kirstie thought that Mitch seeing Scott and knowing that they weren't together, the pain of it, would help him realize he needs to move on, but all it's doing is drawing him in deeper and making him pine for Scott even more.

Mitch sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exits the elevator. He straightens out his tie because he got changed in a car, and heads for the hotel bar. He's going to need at least one drink in his body before he attended to anything that had to do with Kirstie's wedding.

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The wedding ceremony had been beautiful. Tears were shed, kisses were exchanged, and hugs were given out all around. Mitch had, to no surprise, let out a couple tears as well, but Kirstie was his sister, and seeing her on what was the happiest day of her life, he was glad to be apart of it.

Then came the reception, and Mitch could finally, finally, rest his feet and take his first relaxed breath in what felt like months. It didn't last long though, because he was roped into dancing with Kirstie and their many friends and other relatives until they just blurred together like paints mixing. Mitch was able to get in a couple shots of alcohol between dances until finally, almost two hours later, he's given a break.

Mitch is sitting alone at the wedding party table up front of the reception hall, observing everyone dancing and having fun and enjoying Kirstie and her new husband. He feels a presence sit down next to him moments later and looks over to see his mother beside him. She gives him a smile, shuffling her chair so she's closer to him. She takes his hand and holds it in hers, squeezing gently.

"You did a wonderful job with Kirstie's wedding. It's beautiful."

Mitch flashes a grateful smile down at Nel, knowing that she had fallen victim to a couple of his tantrums. Nel had been there to step in more than a few times and help out with anything she could. She leans her head on Mitch's shoulder, both of them watching the crowd and listening to the music boom around them.

"And how are you feeling honey? I know seeing Scott must be hard for you."

It's so like Nel to know every bit of Mitch, her motherly instinct naturally kicking in and making her look out for her youngest, that it makes Mitch want to cry. He was hoping he had been hiding it well enough, but he also knows that he can't hide a damn thing from his mom. If he's being honest, it had been hurting him like hell to see Scott and not being able to do anything like he used to do. He wishes he could scream from how much it's killing him to even be in the same room as Scott and know that his place in Scott's like was much different a mere few months ago.

"I don't know," Mitch whispers, withdrawing his hand and shifting his body to see Nel better. "I thought I was over him, at least a little bit. But seeing him yesterday and tonight..." Mitch sighs, downing the rest of his drink. "It's hard seeing him again. I want to talk to him but at the same time I'm scared of what could happen."

Nel hums lightly, bringing her hand up to run through Mitch's hair comfortingly. "Well, sweetie, I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to, but I think it might do you some good to talk to him. It might clear the air a bit, I know you broke things off with a lot left unsaid."

He doesn't say anything, just stares down at the table and Nel leans forward, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Don't be too down tonight, enjoy yourself. You deserve it."

Mitch nods, giving his mom a small smile. "Thanks, Nel."

"Anytime, love." She heads off to find Mike at the bar and Mitch is left alone once again.

Mitch decides to talk to a few of their old friends, to try and get his mind off of Scott, but the plan backfires, not that he's really surprised. Almost everyone he talks to has a significant other, or they're married, or even have kids of their own. It just reminds him that his ex, who he still had feelings for, is there, in the same room, probably talking to the same people. He decides to take another break and grab a seat at the bar and order another drink. At this point, Mitch's got a good amount of alcohol in him and he feels a small buzz coming on.

There's a tap on his shoulder and when he turns, Scott's standing there, hands in his pockets, offering Mitch a smile that's somewhere between shy and scared. "Hey."

Mitch swallows the lump in his throat and manages to get out, "Hi."

"Care to dance?" Scott extends a hand, tilting his head towards the dance floor. Mitch knows this isn't a good idea, thinks that it's not going to end well, but he's buzzed and that tends to make him a little looser than usual. He nods, finishing off his drink and taking Scott's hand, trying not to panic. Scott leads him to the dance floor and places his hands on Mitch's waist, keeping them a good distance apart.

It hits Mitch then, that Scott is being cautious with him, trying not to overstep any possible boundaries. Even after all this time, Scott still cares enough to make sure that Mitch is comfortable with whatever is happening between them. But Mitch wants nothing more than to feel Scott's body against his, so he steps closer, crossing his wrists behind Scott's neck. He nudges his face into Scott's shoulder, noticing the way his body stiffens up before it relaxes. It's familiar, almost like nothing had ever happened between them, and Mitch remembers the height difference being greater, but he wore platform shoes today. They're just about the same height, maybe an inch or two off, but it's comfortable and he just wants to kiss Scott.

He pulls his body away from Scott's slightly as he thinks this. Scott's looking at him in the spinning lights of the dance floor and Mitch's breath is taken away. He lets out a shaky breath a leans in, keeping his eyes open and watching Scott to make sure that he wants this too. Scott's eyes flicker to Mitch's lips and his glance encourages Mitch, but just before their lips can touch, Scott leans back and turns his face away.

Mitch stops, staring at Scott, wide eyed at the edge of the dance floor. "Um..." Scott is stammering over his words now and his hand grips Mitch's waist a little tighter, right where he used to kiss them, leave bite marks on them, tease them. "I...I think..." He stops and licks his lips, thinking for another moment. "I think we should talk about some things first?"

He would do anything Scott asked. He's so eager to make Scott happy that he agrees immediately, not thinking about what could happen during the conversation, or after, until it's too late and he's already being lead out of the room by Scott to the garden.

They find a bench a little bit away from the reception hall, far enough that the music isn't blaring and they don't have to scream to hear each other. Scott is less than six inches away from him, due to the small bench, but the inches feel like miles. He doesn't know what to say. What is he supposed to say? He can only hope that Scott will be the one to break the ice, and, like always, Scott delivers, but it's definitely not in the way he expected.

It happens so quick that Mitch doesn't even really have time to process it. One moment, his ex-boyfriend is sitting next to him on a tiny bench, the next moment, his ex-boyfriend is grabbing his face and kissing his lips. Mitch is so startled that he jerks back, breaking their contact. "I thought..." Mitch says and takes a moment to organize his thoughts. "I thought you wanted to talk."

"Yeah, but I also wanted to kiss you." Scott breathes out.

It's not a good idea, Mitch is well aware, but he also knows that he's got a fair amount of alcohol in his system and the feeling of Scott's lips on his just now has made him exhilarated and he just needs to kiss Scott again and again, over and over, until there's nothing left of him and everything is ScottScottScott. So Mitch thinks fuck it because either way it's going to hurt like hell tomorrow, whether he kisses Scott more or not, and it's like an all in or nothing, that's how it's always been with Scott and he thinks that's probably the way it will always be.

Scott's lips feel like bliss on Mitch's. His fingers are running through Scott's hair and Mitch doesn't even attempt to silence the whimpers and soft groans of approval he's letting out. All he knows is that Scott is here and his body is warm against his own and that if he shuts his mind out to everything but Scott's lips, it's like nothing ever changed between them and it's just another instance where they had to sneak off together because they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It eases his mind, allowing himself to slip off into previous times where things were easier and he could call Scott his own without any hesitation.

But in life all good things must come to an end and this was no exception. Mitch slowly pulls away from Scott, both of them breathing hard from the intense kissing. Scott's hair is now tousled, giving clear evidence as to what they've been up to, but then again, he's not that far off either with his suit slightly bunched up and his lips a cherry red. Mitch is still on cloud nine from the adrenaline rush and having Scott there with him that he really doesn't want anything to ruin it, especially not a talk with Scott about their previous relationship and where they now stand.

Instead, Mitch chooses to hold off on the inevitable, "If you want to talk about it, you can come over tomorrow." Then presses a kiss to Scott's lips. One last kiss before he gets up from the bench. He gives no time for argument, smiling at Scott and slipping his fingers around Scott's wrist, leading him back into the reception hall.

Something definitely changed between them and Mitch feels more at ease than he had the entire night. He catches sight of Nel watching him and Scott come back in together and and he sends her a sheepish smile. They make their way over to the dance floor without a word, moving smoothly when they pull each other in and sway to the music. Dancing with Scott is something familiar, something he's used to, and it makes him feel at home to be doing it again. They dance together for a few songs before Scott's lips are pressed against Mitch's ear and he softly says, "It's a shame isn't it? Being at a wedding that's not ours?"

Mitch jerks back from Scott, stares at him dumbfounded because who the fuck does he think he is to pull something like that but Scott doesn't seem to have said it to hurt Mitch, he seems genuine about his words and his expression makes something inside Mitch go haywire. He's baffled. The whole reason they broke up was because Scott didn't want a wedding or a marriage, even though Mitch wanted it more than anything. And why is Scott saying this now?

He's speechless and he moves to get away from Scott, but he hears his name being called from the side of the dance floor. His eyes search for whoever called him, and it's his grandmother, waving him over now. Mitch starts to walk towards her, leaving Scott behind because he really can't deal with him right now, but his grandmother is shouting for him to bring his boyfriend too and his blood rushes to his cheeks. Mitch wants to yell at her that Scott isn't his boyfriend anymore, that they stopped being that a long time ago, and truthfully after what Scott just said he's not sure he even wants to be boyfriends again, but he refrains and mumbles a 'come on' at Scott, leading the way to his grandmother.

Scott fits in easily with his family, falling into conversation with his grandmother like she's his own. Mitch stands to the side, watching Scott interact with his family and it just makes the ache in his chest a hundred times stronger. His family accepted Scott so quickly and easily when he had first been introduced to them as his boyfriend, and Mitch knew that if they had married, Scott would've just as easily been accepted as Mitch's husband.

Mitch wants to marry Scott so, so badly, but he also doesn't. It's the worst paradox of all time.

They go back to a table with two empty chairs and all Mitch knows is that he wants to go home. It's nearly 1 in the morning and people are still dancing and having fun but Mitch just wants to go home and crawl into bed and sleep. Scott attempts to make conversation with Mitch, but he doesn't say anything. All that's running through his mind is Scott spending time with his family,  the two of them dancing, and then he has a sudden flash of a silver ring in a black velvet box. Finally, Mitch pushes back the chair and stands.

"I um... I think I'm going to go home." Scott makes a move to reach for Mitch, to stop him, but Mitch shakes his head. "I'll see you later."

Mitch goes off to say his goodbyes to everyone, making sure to pull Kirstie aside for one last tight hug and a teasing, "I love kids but don't give me nieces and nephews just yet." When he hugs Nel, she whispers in his ear, "Everything will be alright, love. Just wait."

When Mitch gets home, his apartment seems empty and lifeless, such a contrast of how it had been less than 24 hours ago. He doesn't want to be there for a moment because suddenly everything is reminding him of Scott, especially because Scott used to live with him before everything exploded. He goes to his bedroom and his eyes are drawn towards his drawer at the opposite wall. He wants to open it, even grabs the handle, but he stops himself, knows that he won't be able to get through it if he does it.

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Mitch is absolutely restless the next morning, wringing his hair out with how anxious he is for Scott to come over. He rearranges his furniture, puts it back. He changes his clothes multiple times, even putting on one of Scott's old shirts he still had. He didn't even know if Scott was coming over seeing as they never really solidified plans.

He resorts to just sitting on his couch and watching TV until the doorbell rings. When it finally does, he wipes his hands on his jeans and almost stumbles his way to the door. He yanks it open and stops short at what he sees. Scott's got a beanie on his head, but it's not one of his, it's Mitch's. He clears his throat because Scott's got his back turned towards the door and hasn't noticed him yet. Scott whirls around and offers Mitch a shy smile.

"Hi," he says, stepping forward.

"Hey," Mitch gestures for Scott to come in. He seems awkward and tense, slowly spinning around to take in what used to be his apartment too.

They sit together at the kitchen island, both of them clutching onto their mugs of coffee. I'ts a horrible, uncomfortable silence between them, one that Mitch hates more than anything. He knows that he's waiting on Scott to make the first move again, but also knows that it's his turn now. Scott's always the one who does anything in terms of important actions and that maybe, just this once, he needs to be the bigger person.

"Um," Mitch begins, hesitating. "You...You mentioned marriage."

The corners of Scott's mouth twitch upwards, the hint of a smile on his face before it's gone and he clearing his throat. "Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

Scott freezes for a moment, obviously not expecting Mitch's question. But then his face relaxes and he takes a sip of his coffee. "Because I think we should get married."

One of the things Mitch always loved about Scott was that he was spontaneous, extremely outgoing. Scott was the one that typically got Mitch out of his shell, the one who encouraged him to branch out more and try new things. Scott was the epitome of 'live in the moment,' and usually, Mitch found it endearing, except for now.

He's staring at Scott, his eyes like a deer in headlights and his jaw slacked. Scott's staring back with an eyebrow raised questioningly, smug almost.

"You...want to get married," Mitch says, just for extra clarification.

"Yeah."

A silence passes between them, a silence where Mitch stares down at his coffee and has to repeatedly tell himself over and over to not blow up, to hear what Scott has to say.

"Why now?" Mitch says calmly, but then he continues, knowing that it's probably not going to end well. "Why not six months ago when it was what I wanted? What could have possibly happened since then that made you change your mind? I spent time waiting for you, hoping you'd come back and agree to marry me. And now that I just started to accept that maybe even if you still love you that you don't want to marry me, you come and you say this. What did you expect, for me to agree immediately and fall into your arms and start planning a wedding the next day?

"That's not how the real world works, Scott. You don't get to leave me and then come back whenever you want and expect me to jump right back to you, waiting on your every beck and call. You can't have me whenever it's convenient for you just because you decided to think things through and come to your fucking senses. I'm a person, and I loved you, I still love you, but I'm not going to take you back. Not now."

Mitch's voice cracks at the end of his monologue and he rubs his eyes. Scott is silent, they both are, and Mitch can hear their rhythmic breathing in the silence of the apartment. He glances up to Scott, only to find that Scott's staring back at him with an expression somewhere in the middle of sadness and disappointment.

"Okay," Scott finally says, his voice just above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know how i felt about everything and that...that I do still love you and care about you. I was wrong about it all. I was scared. I've seen a lot of failed marriages, Mitch, and I didn't want that to happen with us. I didn't want us to end up hating each other or falling out of love. I was so scared of lose you in case our marriage failed but I ended up losing you anyways." Scott takes a deep, shaky breath before swiping at his eyes quickly.

Mitch slides off of his stool and moves to the one next to Scott. He takes Scott's hand in his, and leans over to press his lips to Scott's shoulder, squeezing his hand gently. "I love you," Mitch whispers, chin resting on Scott's shoulder. "But I need some time."

And Scott, thank God, Scott understands. He doesn't argue, just turns and kisses the top of Mitch's head briefly. They sit there together, and for a quick moment, Mitch again feels like nothing has changed, even though everything has. It's something that brings him back to the way things were, except now, there's so much more to discuss, so much to think about on their own.  Mitch would much rather prefer to stay here with Scott and sit in content silence, but he knows that would just be avoiding his problems, which won't help anything.

Of course, its as if Scott knows what Mitch is thinking, just like before, because he let's out a small sigh, gently nudging Mitch's head from his shoulder. "I should go," he whispers, taking his hand away from Mitch's. He offers Mitch a small smile and begins to make his way towards the front door. Mitch follows behind to see him out. When they reach the door, Scott turns around to Mitch and takes the beanie off. "This is yours."

Mitch lets out a small chuckle. "You can keep it."

Scott nods, offering Mitch one last smile. "Call me when you're ready, okay?"

He knows it's because this time, it's Scott that has to wait for Mitch, not the other way around. It's Mitch who needs to think things through and figure out what he wants to d. Mitch is the one who needs space. Mitch is the one who needs to decide if he wants the same thing as Scott, if it's all worth it, to go back to Scott after months of pining and being hurt.

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"I don't know what to do, mom." Mitch sighs,curling into Nel's side even more. She rests her cheek on top of his head, rubbing her hand up and down his arm comfortingly.

He plays with the silver rings between his fingers, spinning them as he thinks. It's been almost a week since he and Scott last spoke and Mitch has been trying to make a decision, but he just can't. He knows he wants to marry Scott, that much is certain, but he also can't stop thinking about what it will mean and all that it will bring on. The roles are reversed now, and Mitch finally understands why Scott had taken so long, had been so hesitant.

"I think that you still love him and he still loves you, sweetheart, and now that you both want the same thing, you should go with it. The two of you have been in love for a couple years now, and even after your breakup, I could see that you still were. Now he's back, and he's waiting for you."

"I'm scared," Mitch whispers, tilting his head back to look at his mom.

Nel hums knowingly and squeezes her son tight. "I know you are, love. Marriage is a terrifying thing and it's not easy. Ut think about it this way, okay? You asked first, and Scott was the one who was scared. You put everything on the line and waited for him, and now he's doing it for you. You've gotta meet in the middle somehow, whether it's you two getting married or not, you've just got to come to a compromise."

It's exactly what Mitch has been thinking these past few days, what with the reversal of roles and such. But there's also something else,something that he doesn't know how to explain. It's a big part of the reason why he doesn't want to say yes, to marry Scott immediately. He knows for certain what the other reason is, but he can't find the right words to say it.

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"I don't think we should get married."

Mitch avoids looking at Scott's crystal blue eyes when he says the sentence, but as soon as he gets the words out, he's searching Scott's face to see his reaction.

Scott draws back, stumbling over his words. "Oh. Okay... I should um-" He makes a move to get off of Mitch's bed and to leave, but Mitch grabs his wrist, pulling him back to sit on the edge of the bed with him.

"Please wait, I'm not done," Scott gives Mitch a confused look, but sits back down to listen. "I don't think we should get married any time soon. I had to be without you for months and I don't think that I can just go straight from not being in a relationship with you to being married. I'm willing to get back together with you, but I guess I sort of just want to take things slow."

Mitch is fiddling with the hold in his jeans, right at the knees, and doesn't notice the way Scott moves closer to him until he takes one of Mitch's hands and interlocks their fingers.

"Mitch, that's perfectly okay. I get where you're coming from and I'm more than happy to wait. Anything for us to be together again." He leans forward and kisses Mitch once before he bites his lip thinking. "But, um, I was wondering if you still have the ring?"

Mitch raises an eyebrow at Scott but nevertheless stands to get the box from his nightstand drawer. Of course he kept it. All those nights when he laid in bed, turning the ring over and voer between his fingers, his little token of hope that Scott would come back. When he sits down next to Scott again, he extends his arm out, opening the box to reveal the simple silver ring inside. While he watches, Scott takes the ring and pulls out a silver chain from his pocket. To Mitch's surprise and wonder, Scott slips the ring onto the chain and then stands, walking over to the drawer where Mitch keeps his rings. He rummages through for a few moments before he finally pulls one out, seemingly satisfied, and slides that on onto the necklace chain too.

He walks back over to Mitch and gestures for him to take the necklace and clasp it around Scott's neck for him. Once Mitch does, Scott turns to face Mitch, tucking the necklace underneath his shirt. "Our secret," Scott whispers, grinning as he leans forward to press his lips to Mitch's.

And as they stand there in Mitch's bedroom kissing, Mitch's arms around Scott's neck and Scott's arms around Mitch's waist, He thinks that he's definitely going to marry Scott in the future. Hell, if things keep going the way they are now, he might even agree to marry Scott with in this month. But Scott doesn't need to know that, they're happy where they are.