thirty-one

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|| Friday ||

"What happened to your fist?" Scott asks straight away when Mitch enters the room.

Mitch takes a seat on the chair but doesn't pick up his whiteboard.

"Mitch?"

The brunette finally reaches over and grabs his board from Scott's desk, quickly scribing something in pen.

"Can we swap today?"

"Uh, what do you mean swap?"

"Can I be the shrink? And you be the patient?"

"I really think we should talk about what happened to your fist." Scott replies, worriedly glancing at his hand. Mitch gives him a blank stare.

Scott hesitates but at Mitch's pleading gaze, he sighs before standing up and moving to the leather seat. Mitch stands up and rushes to Scott's seat, as if scared the chance will get taken away.

"Good evening, Doctor Grassi," Scott says and Mitch rolls his eyes.

"Please, call me Mitch."

"Okay Doctor Grassi."

"Wow, you're so original."

"Thank you." The blonde laughs.

"Let's start easy. What's your full name?"

Scott looks at him blankly before answering, "Scott Richard Hoying."

"Cool. How's life?"

"Life's good," Scott answers and Mitch narrows his eyes for a second, watching the way the blonde fidgets with his fingers, specifically the ring finger.

"How are your relationships going?"

Scott's eyebrows raise. "Um, good?" Mitch watches his face carefully.

"Are you sure? Because I think you're lying."

"Oh really? And why is that?" Scott asks incredulously.

"Because whenever you lie, you suck in your left cheek slightly."

"That's..." Scott trails off, eyes wide. "Very observant."

"Thank you. You stop talking for two years and you begin to pick up in body language. So, now, tell me the truth."

"Why'd you ask about relationships, if I may ask?" Scott questions and Mitch rolls his eyes.

"Like you said, I'm very observant."

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