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Leading up to the unplugged show, Mitch raced to finish a few remaining tasks. He curated a playlist of cover songs and made the call to omit any original work, since no one would be there to see him specifically. There was a running theme about longing, which wasn’t intentional but without a doubt manifested…

Mitch was still high when he woke up on Louis’ couch. If nothing else, Gianna and Wil were fantastic agents of hedonism, and they supplied him with enough edibles to be rendered incomprehensible for the evening. Meanwhile, Louis held him tight, allowing Mitch to alternate between slobbering all over him and trying to eat his…

With the mood to workout thoroughly killed, he left and migrated over to Fighting Spirit since it was near closing time and Jodie was bound to still be there. He approached the bar and was about to ask the server where Jodie was, but vigorous waving from a nearby table caught his eye before he…

Overnight bag in hand, Mitch pushed open the lobby door and stopped to fill out the self check-in sheet that was kept behind the reception desk. He then rounded the corner into the hall that led to the training area, and almost collided with Avi.  “Oh shit! Hey there,” Avi jumped back and put his…

Within a single night, Mitch managed to upset three people. The first was Toby, who wanted to know if Mitch still had feelings for “that guy”. It was a fair and valid question, but also a bold one to ask just after sex. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Mitch warned, and rolled onto his…

According to Jodie, Fighting Spirit Brewing’s official launch was a major success. It opened on the first weekend of November, and when the doors locked on Sunday night, she passed out as soon as she got home. Mitch took advantage of her absence by sneaking off to see Toby, when he wasn’t busy with band…

Toby was the star of the next therapy session.  For as much as Mitch wanted to avoid discussing him altogether, the topic could no longer be put off. When he relayed certain anecdotes about their checkered history, he could see the restraint that Ann exercised as she carefully selected her words, and his stomach dropped….

Though Monument was only about 25 minutes away from Toby’s apartment, it may as well have been on the other coast. Mitch’s thoughts were tangled and frenzied, crashing into the walls of his skull like a wild bird that flew through an open window and couldn’t escape the building that it entered. He had difficulty…

(A/N: As a reminder, Interpersonal Chemistry deals with topics such as mental illness, abuse, and trauma. This particular update -while not graphic in depiction- features these warnings; in particular, there is a scene that details childhood abuse. Please proceed at your own discretion.) He let Toby fuck him. He thought there’d be the illusion of…

The Wickburg Art Museum was a restored textile mill that spanned across two buildings, with a skyway bridge that connected them. Though it wasn’t as large as its Boston or Worcester counterparts, it still held its own and served as a centerpiece of the community that housed it. Mitch stood outside by his car, finishing…