When Mitch heard the knock on his door, he hummed to himself and set the bottle of beer he was drinking down on his nightstand. He had already finished the bottle of wine, and he was on his third beer. Rationally, he knew he should try to savor his alcohol so he could postpone going out to get more as much as possible, but he really just wanted to stop thinking.

Mitch giggled to himself when he stumbled into the wall on the way to the door. When he opened it, he gasped and grinned at the sight of Scott. "Baby! Come in, I wanna cuddle!" He grabbed Scott's hand and tried to pull him inside, but Scott shook his head and stepped away from him, looking worried. He could see the discarded wine and two bottles of beer.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked softly, meeting Mitch's eyes, but Mitch just scoffed. 

"Psshhh, no. What gives you that idea?" He giggled and reached out to tap Scott's nose. "You're silly, baby. Now, come on, I'm lonely and sad and I wanna cuddle."

Scott frowned, but he didn't pull away that time as Mitch brought him inside his hotel room. Mitch took the time to clear off his bed and move all the empty bottles to the desk before he flopped down on the bed, his limbs spread out in a starfish position. Scott wrapped his arms around himself and watched awkwardly, unsure what to do. Mitch sighed and sat up to reach for his beer, but he caught sight of Scott and lit up. "Baby! Hi!" he said enthusiastically, waving. "Did you come to cuddle? I wanna cuddle!"

Scott frowned again, confused, but he reminded himself that Mitch was drunk. "I- I guess..."

Mitch grinned and scooted over, patting the spot next to him on the bed slightly harder than necessary. "Come, come, come. I wanna cuddle," he repeated for the fourth time. When Scott didn't move, he pouted and rested his head on his pillow as he stared at him. "Don't just stand there. Cuddle with me. Pretty please? I know I'm not as pretty as you are, but I really, really wanna cuddle and I wanna cuddle with you and I promise I'm nice and comfy. You don't have to stay very long. If you don't like it you can leave."

Scott still didn't move. He was considering telling Mitch he had to go work in the lobby because he didn't know if he should be around Mitch when he was drunk. However, tears filled Mitch's eyes when he didn't come and he shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "Never mind. I knew you wouldn't want to cuddle with me," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

Scott sighed. Mitch looked so sad and alone and Scott knew he wouldn't be able to sleep that night knowing Mitch was crying because of him. "No, I'm sorry. I'll cuddle with you," he murmured, and Mitch instantly brightened up again. 

"You will? Yay!" he cheered, clapping excitedly. He scooted over again and looked up at Scott expectantly, a wide grin on his lips. Scott couldn't help but smile at the thought of being the cause of Mitch's happiness, and he carefully slid off his shoes before crawling into bed with Mitch.

Immediately, Mitch pulled Scott against his chest, tucking him under his chin. Scott blushed at how close they were, and he had to hold onto Mitch's shirt to keep himself from letting his hands roam elsewhere. Mitch hummed to himself and buried his face in Scott's hair, closing his eyes. "You're warm," he murmured, absentmindedly tracing small circles into Scott's back.

Scott sighed contentedly and melted into the touch. He decided that Mitch's embrace was his favorite place to be.

"I'm sorry I got a crush on you," Mitch found himself mumbling without opening his eyes. "I didn't mean to. I know you probably think I'm a creep."

Scott frowned slightly and quickly shook his head, pushing himself even closer. "No, I don't. I-... That's actually why I came tonight. I- I wanted to tell you that I also have a crush on you a-and you don't have to be ashamed."

"Really? It's okay if you don't, I understand. I'm not worthy of you," Mitch murmured, burying his face in Scott's hair.

Scott frowned more at that, and he pulled away just enough to look up at Mitch. "You're not worthy of me? Mitchy, it's the other way around. I'm the one that isn't worthy. You deserve more than a stupid kid like me."

Mitch hummed and shook his head, caressing Scott's cheek. "You're the smartest person I've ever met. I can tell you've been through a lot, and that's what makes you so smart. I bet all of your friends come to you for advice, and you always give it to the best of your ability, even if you haven't been through what they're experiencing. And your advice always helps. You give yourself less credit than you deserve."

Scott was blushing by the time Mich finished. He wanted to protest, but Mitch had tucked him under his chin again and closed his eyes, and he could hear his heartbeat slowing as he fell asleep. He told himself that Mitch was drunk and he didn't know what he was talking about.