therapy (scömìche au)

thirty-four

|| Saturday ||

"Did you always want to be a shrink?"

Scott pauses for a second before shaking his head. "I used to want to be a singer but I gave up on that idea."

"Why?"

"Because I can't sing, duh," Scott laughs and Mitch's heart warms. "I would love to hear you sing though."

"I can't sing."

"I think you'd be a very good singer."

Mitch rolls his eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere in life."

"It made you blush and that's good enough for me."