Scott smiled gratefully as Mitch handed him his mug with shaky bone fingers.
"You didn't have to," he said, eyes crinkling as he smiled up at the other man.
Mitch shook his head and attempted a weak smile back.
"Uh, yeah I did." He turned away, heading back to the kitchen to grab a napkin for when Scott would surely spill the drink on his carpet floor.
Scott would've asked for the coffee eventually, Mitch knew.
It was written into his character traits, a long list in one of Mitch's many piles of papers.
His thought processes while writing were always scattered all over his dining room table and across the couch.
Mitch carefully slipped the napkin into his character's hands, which were wrapped tightly around the mug.
When Scott spilled, Mitch only smiled and helped him clean it up.
YOU ARE READING
Write Me A Happy Ending (on hold)
FanfictionMitch is a very well-known author. When a character that he created knocks on his apartment door one day, Mitch has to decide if it's worth opening up to someone again for the first time in years, while also trying to leave the past where it belongs...
