He only left Lindsay alone for like ten minutes to go to the bathroom, so no, he wasn't expecting to find this other guy sitting so close to her his breath must be tickling her neck in the warmest of ways. Okay, he wasn't really in the bathroom, he was out in the back alley smoking up but it's really not his fault because the one time he actually calls a girl after sleeping with him, she thinks it's time to play hard to get and he doesn't even know what the fuck is up with her and he's not interested enough to find out, but none of that means that scrawny looking guy has any right to be putting his hand on her thigh. So he finds himself standing next to her and putting one arm over her shoulders and he's very prepared to tell that guy to fuck off, when their eyes finally meet. And Mitch has never been one to think too much about feelings but he can read this guy's eyes like an open book and his body language is so painfully obvious not even him can ignore it. The way his fingers grip the bar, his smirk never gets to his eyes, and if they get into a fight he'll be giving him exactly what he wants because his eyes are pleading for him to make him feel something that will help him forget. And he doesn't know how long he's stared at him, but it's been long enough to make Lindsay get bored and she's walking away, and he doesn't care.

throw me in a dark pit, don't think about the choices that you make

Nathan stands in his boxers against the window, a dim light making his figure stand out against the darkness that fills up the room. He lights up a cigar, taking a long drag and staring out into the street. If only the fleeting sensation of letting go he gets when he does things like what he just did wasn't fleeting. A phone buzzes, and Mitch is still in bed but he somehow manages to reach it and take it out from his back pocket. The apartment is so silent that the sound of his voice shatters through it violently.

so leave me in the cold

“I always knew there'd come a day in which you would be calling for me at two am, but I'm not exactly free right now.” His smug tone makes Nathan hint a smirk, but a sob comes right after through the phone and he once again closes his walls tightly around him, getting lost in his own thoughts.

wait until the snow covers me up

“Nat, Nat, stop crying. You're not a sick person, what is going on?” Mitch stands up, fumbling through the floor for his jeans and stumbling into them. “Oh, that fucker. I'll be right over.” The phone clicks, and he turns to Nathan, who hasn't moved an inch in the last half hour. “I have to go. A friend just realized she might have a crush on her cousin and it's a little complicated.” He tries to chuckle, but he can't pretend like it's funny because he just heard Nat being as broken as humanly possible and his own heart is breaking for her. But when he looks at the guy that a couple of hours ago was biting on his ear and smiling devilishly at him, he can tell not even Nat's this messed up.

thought you said you didn't feel pain

Now it's Nate's phone that buzzes, and he glances at it. “Here.” Mitch grabs it and passes it to him, but he doesn't move. Starting to think maybe he has literally turned into a statue because he can't remember the last time he saw him blink, Mitch takes a step forward, but he's got enough in his plate with Nat and Parker, and this was meant to be a casual fuck, he really should remember who he is and how little he's supposed to care.

this is torturous electricity between both of us

He lets himself out. He's closing the door behind him when he hears hurried steps coming his way, and he looks up and finds the whitest boy he's ever seen smiling widely at him. “Is Nate here?” He asks, and Mitch nods, a little confused, then watching him enter the apartment humming a happy tune. No. He mustn't care.

this is dangerous, 'cause i want you so much but i hate your guts