Mitch was sufficiently over everything Scott was trying to pull.

At this point, Mitch wasn't even upset about the fight anymore. He knew it was simply because the two were still exhausted from tour, and they hadn't had enough time to talk one on one lately. At the end of the day, it was a simple misunderstanding.

He was just frustrated that Scott played it off too easily. Yeah, it was a misunderstanding, but Scott was being too upbeat and positive and was hiding any feelings too well.

"Right, Mitch?"

He looked up from his dish at both sets of parents. They seemed to be patiently waiting for an answer of some sort. He instinctively looked to Scott next, looking for any help, but he couldn't find any clue as to what the conversation was on.

"Uh, yeah?" He decided on answering, but Scott's amused expression was enough to know that he answered wrong.

"Really?" Mike spoke up. "Scott was the one to ask you out?" Mitch's eyes darted back to Scott who hid his laughter by taking another bite of food. Of course there was going to be questions about their new relationship, but Mitch didn't think they'd already be lying about the details, even if it was just to do it in spite of the other. As much as he wanted to yell at Scott again, all Mitch could do was take a bite of his food as well.

The meal continued on much like that, though Mitch made a valiant attempt to keep his attention on whatever route the conversation took next. He tried not to turn towards Scott too much, but it was nearly impossible given that he was sitting on the opposite end of the table. Whenever their eyes did meet though, Mitch was usually met with Scott either wiggling his eyebrows or giving him a look that he did not want to see while their parents were on either side of him. He planned on continuing to ignore the blonde, until he pushed it a bit to far.

Mitch wasn't sure if it was on accident or not, but Scott had somehow gotten potatoes on one of his fingers. Now that he thought about it, it was most definitely on purpose. Scott lifted his hand up to his mouth, then ran his tongue up the side of his finger to clean it off. His blue eyes flickered towards Mitch as he did so, and they continued to stare at each other as Scott brought the tip of his finger into his mouth. And that was all it took to send Mitch over the edge.

He looked down at his plate, then noticed the knife to the left of it. He quickly picked the knife, then brought an untouched carrot towards the center of the plate. Mitch made eye contact with Scott again, before slamming the knife down and cutting the carrot in two.

Scott's eyes went wide for a moment before the corners of them crinkled and... he was laughing.

Well shit, Mitch certainly wasn't going for that response.

He glanced at the rest of the table whose eyes were all on him. He groaned to himself before setting the knife back down on the table.

"Sorry, knife slipped," he apologized quietly. The parents seemed to accept that answer, but it only made Scott laugh harder. Mitch was about to finally yell at the blonde, but Connie got to him first.

"Scott!" He almost completely sobered up at the sound of his mother's voice, and the look on his face was already enough to get Mitch to feel better. "Don't laugh at him," she continued on. "He's obviously still exhausted. Give him a break."

He heard Scott mutter an apology before looking back down at his plate. And for the rest of the night, Mitch couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.