When Scott walked back into his bedroom, Mitch was sitting Indian style on the edge of the bed, facing the door. Scott closed the door, and sat down next to him with a blank look on his face. He just couldn't even begin to process what was going on.
His own boss told him that he has more strength than he does in a specific situation. But Avi was chosen to be his superior based on strength, so how could this be?
Mitch turned himself so that he was sitting in the same way, but facing Scott rather than the door. Mitch put his hand on one of Scott's legs. "Are you okay? What happened?" Scott shrugged, and continued to stare at the wall in front of him. "He.. He thinks I might be stronger than he is." "Based on the depth of your Mark?" Scott shook his head slowly, as if while explaining this,
