Scott had noticed Mitch was acting oddly today. Mitch insisted he was fine so Scott left it alone, he knew if Mitch wanted to talk it out, he would.

They'd been working more than usual lately, between filming music videos and doing promo shoots and interviews. It easily takes a toll on someone who's more introverted and a homebody. Scott himself is feeling worn down, so he knows if it's affecting him it's for sure affecting Mitch.

The ride home from their most recent shoot is quiet, Mitch staring out the window while biting his nail. There was no singing to his favorite song or telling a story of something funny one of the directors said, just silence. Mitch didn't even say anything when they got to the house, he just went straight to his room.

It was killing Scott to not go to Mitch, to try to help him, but if there's one this he knows about his best friend, it's that he needs time and space. If you pushed him before he was ready, you just bought yourself a one way ticket to Mitch's bad side and once you're there it's hard to get out. So Scott busied himself. He didn't want to leave the house in case Mitch ended up needing him, but also he was getting bored out of his mind laying around. He was getting a drink out of the fridge when he felt two small arms wrap around his waist from behind.

Mitch loosened his hold on Scott a bit so the blonde could turn around and return the hug. Scott's chin rested on Mitch's head while he rubbed his back comfortingly. Nothing was said for a few minutes, they just stood in silence, and Scott was willing to stand as long as Mitch needed him.

'Too much,' Mitch whispered, barely breaking the silence.

'I know,' Scott replied just as softly. He started to hum a slow tune, while gently swaying their bodies to it.

Mitch smiled and squeezed Scott tighter. Between the sound of Scotts humming and his steady heartbeat, Mitch began to relax his mind and body, knowing that no matter what, he had Scott and everything will turn out fine.