None of Mitch's things had been moved. They where simply set aside. But they where his things to move, not yours.
"(Y/n), I just don't know why he had to move in and why you had to-"
"Mitch, you just don't," you stopped and sighed, frustrated. "Look. You aren't giving me an explanation as to why you faked your death, I'm not giving you one as to why avi lived here. Okay?"
"That's not fair." He spouted off.
"Life's not fair," you quipped back, finishing making the bed and walking off.
