[Requests: Can you do a sequel for Write to Me? / Can you write a fic about Willy mourning Mitch? We didn't get to see much other than the beginning of episode 3... / I know you said you wished we could have gone to Mitch's funeral, so maybe you could write a fic about that?] "Holy shit..." he repeats. "Look at you." When he's close enough, Willy realizes that for the first time he can look Mitch straight in the eye without any trouble, a jarring contrast to five years ago when he would jump on the furniture and pretend he towered over him and everyone else. Mitch smirks. "Told'ja you wouldn't be small forever."