[ Good thing he does, or Mitch was about to make a repeat performance shooting himself off the bed. As it stands, he's heaving breaths, wide-eyed and trying to figure out if this is a dream, or if this is a nightmare, or if this is (through some terrible, horrifying thing) actually happening.
He grabs for a pillow because yeah there's no way he's going to let that go flying around his fucking bodyguard.
There's certainly an agitated edge to his motions. Like fuck he wants to be in this position, but he's going to be the first one who speaks. ]
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He grabs for a pillow because yeah there's no way he's going to let that go flying around his fucking bodyguard.
There's certainly an agitated edge to his motions. Like fuck he wants to be in this position, but he's going to be the first one who speaks. ]
What the fuck!?