May 8, 2018
It doesn't come out of nowhere, despite what Dylan probably thinks. And, okay, Mitch knows that the super adult thing to do would have been to just talk about it, sit down on the sofa and bring it up and give his reasons and whatever, but he's forever and always himself, so that's not how it goes. Mitch waits until Dylan starts eating his gross yogurt, and just when Dylan puts his fourth scoop into his mouth, Mitch says, "I think we should have sex." Dylan chokes on his mouthful of yogurt, walking the two steps to the sink so he can spit it out and continue coughing, and Mitch opens up his own jar of yogurt and digs in. Perfect. (or: Mitch is ace. That doesn't mean he isn't curious.)