Scott was now laying beside Mitch, one arm behind his head, and the other gripping Mitch's hip bone to hold Mitch's body against his own.
Mitch was watching the television that was on, attached to the wall in front of him.
Scott however, as always, found Mitch more captivating. Scott's eyes were closed as he pressed his nose into Mitch's neck, enjoying how happy he smelled. Mitch reached up and placed his hand on top of Scott's, and slid their hands down to his stomach. "Hey... Are you asleep?" "No." Scott answered quickly, but very quietly. "I don't really feel sick anymore."
"Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to leave you alone?" "No, I swear. I don't ever want you to leave me alone. I thought that was obvious because of how clingy I am." He giggled a little, looking
