#goretober2020

Hey, sorry for posting this so late everybody. Mitch and I were watching seasonally-appropriate movies together all night. He brought up making pancakes for dinner, and there was no way I was saying no to cooking them with him again. We made way more than we could possibly eat, popped in another movie, and fed each other bites while we cuddled up under some soft blankets. It was a really nice, relaxing, normal day off together that felt totally bizarre and intensely familiar all at once.

Mitch started laughing at one point. He said it felt like we were playing hookie together.

"I know we weren't actually supposed to go in today, but it sorta feels like we're doing something bad...~"

"Heh, oh yeah, that's us- a couple of hoodlums committing unspeakable crimes...~"

I laughed along with him, because I'm not sure how to tell him that this was the one timeline I'd found where that wasn't true about either of us.

Or, at least, it wasn't true about either of us, until now.