Blink

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Scott can't— he doesn't—what is he going to do? He's hurt the most important person in his life and then thought uncharitable, untrue things about him when he'd apparently been amazing. Which Scott should have known without being told because of course he was amazing. He's never not been amazing.

This is not how this week was supposed to go. They were so busy, but in between the interviews and the tour prep and the album planning, Scott was hoping... He's mostly over Alex and for the first time in ages neither he nor Mitch are in love with anyone else. He'd promised himself he'd hint—vaguely, he's not that brave—that his feelings are no longer entirely, okay no longer remotely, platonic. Maybe see if Mitch still has at least a bit of the crush he'd once confessed back when Scott was even more of an idiot than he is now. He hadn't been interested then, hadn't seen Mitch as anything more than his best friend. He'd let him down as gently as he could and somehow managed to keep their friendship strong after only a few weeks of weirdness.

But Scott's been regretting his stupidity ever since Mitch met Travis. The regret faded once he had Allie, but he'd never entirely stopped wondering what it would have been like if 18-year-old Scott had been able to truly appreciate everything Mitch was. And now that he and Alex are over, the regret and yearning are back in full force and he'd hoped to work up the courage to feel Mitch out about the whole thing.

But now he's trapped in a hospital bed and Mitch is hurt at home and probably so, so angry at Scott for fucking up his wrist and his career and his life. It's all overwhelming and even the sound of his mom's soft snoring from the chair beside his bed where she clearly fell asleep watching over him isn't enough to comfort him.

The room is dark and quiet and sterile and Scott's alone with his equally dark but unfortunately not quiet thoughts.

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Blink.