47 - Explain

                                    

                                          
"So, you have something you want to ask me?" Scott wasn't quite following Mitch's trail of thought. It might be because he's not always the brightest or because Mitch wasn't making any sense, but either way Scott had to try to understand this. 
                          
Mitch groaned and nodded, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes until Scott pulled them away gently. He held onto Mitch's hands, even after the brunette locked eyes with him. "Baby, you need to get this off your chest. Talk to me. I want to help you but I can't if you don't tell me what's wrong."
                          
The younger boy nodded slightly and sniffled. He would blame it on his allergies if Scott ever brought it up later, but he knew it was mainly due to Scott making him emotional. "What would happen," Mitch started slowly. "if I joined the band?"
                          
Scott thought hard for a minute. He wanted to be certain he wasn't lying to Mitch. He didn't want his boyfriend to regret whatever choice he makes and if answering his questions would help, then Scott would make sure it did. "We would be Pentatonix. We would write songs for a new original album, tour that album once it's released, and do interviews or other press stuff for it. You would be just as much a part of it all as the rest of us are."
                          
He gave Mitch a moment to think about what Scott had just said. "Okay," he whispered, his throat a little sore from all of the talking he was doing. "What if I wasn't comfortable... performing?"
                          
Mitch watched Scott's face carefully, looking for any sign that this would be bad, that Scott wouldn't like that. But there weren't any. It was just Scott looking thoughtful, as if he didn't quite know the answer either.
                          
"Well I suppose we wouldn't do a tour then..." he replied, trying to figure it out. "But that wouldn't look very good and then we'd have to do extra publicity to make sure the album gets out there. And if you are comfortable with performing, then doing interviews might not be easy either."
                          
Scott looked down at the boy in his arms and frowned. Mitch looked so small and unlike himself that Scott felt a little helpless. "It's okay Mitch. It's perfectly okay if you don't want to do this. Nobody will be mad at you if you chose not to join." That caught Mitch's attention and he shifted around to see Scott better.
                          
"You wouldn't be mad?" He questioned, blinking slowly at the blonde. Scott gasped. "Of course not! Honey, I'd never be mad at you for doing what you think is right." Mitch nodded, then snuggled back into Scott's arms, much happier now that he'd heard that. He didn't want to disappoint Scott.
                          
"Thank you," he whispered and Scott smiled, deciding not to ask 'what for'. "I love you." He smiled instead, pressing a feather-like kiss to Mitch's hair, then a few more down his neck. Mitch let out the cutest giggle and grinned up at his boyfriend. "I love you too," he replied, leaning in and closing the distance between them.