"Mitch, look!"

Mitch looked up from his phone and to the other side of the stage, only to see Scott literally spinning in circles. It confused him for moment, before fully realizing that the crew had turned on the snow machines, and snow was now steadily falling to the floor. By the time he looked back towards Scott, the blonde was laying on the stage staring up at the falling flakes. A moment later, he was spreading out his arms and legs, then bringing them back towards his body. Mitch didn't bother to speak up and inform him that it was barely accumulating on the ground, but instead laughed and let him have his way. Even though it was utterly ridiculous, part of him found it endearing.

"Come here, Mitchy!" Scott eventually called out. Mitch didn't hesitate in walking towards him, but laying on the floor with him, as his curled finger suggested, was an entirely different thing. And then Scott pouted, and all rational reasoning flew out the window.

Mitch took long strides over to him and immediately sat down next to Scott, not wasting a second. He most likely would have remained there, but soon strong arms were wrapping around him and pulling him all the way to the ground. Mitch's head ended up laying on Scott's chest, with one of Scott's arms now going around Mitch's neck and resting carefully on his torso. Mitch glanced up at Scott, only to see him on his phone, taking a video of the snow falling down. Mitch supposed he could have done the same, or at least watched the snow at all, but the blonde was more interesting now.