|MOVIE DATE|

[chasinghumanity]

It was a date, but it wasn't. It really, really wasn't. Mitchell kept reminding himself of this over and over, but the word kept creeping up and sticking itself in his brain. There are some stupid mistakes that, no matter how much you tell yourself they're stupid and that you should forget about them, only keep coming back to you. In fact,

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[justsookie]

If Sookie really thought about her life carefully enough, the number of actual dates that she'd gone on could be counted on both hands, making it right impossible to know what to anticipate that evening with Mitchell. Not, of course, that it was a date date. Just popcorn and a movie with a close friend, the sort of thing that friends did all the time when they weren't stranded on a desert island, and now that they'd found a projector, there was nothing to keep them from replicating the scenario as best they could on Tabula Rasa. But it was strictly a date between friends, because Mitchell had hinted as such, because without any thoughts snagging in her mind to read, she had to trust his words. Wanted to give him that benefit of the doubt

[chasinghumanity]

Too enraptured with the tastes melting on his tongue, Mitchell couldn't bother to be embarrassed. Especially not with Sookie. Whether or not this was a date, Mitchell considered her friend enough to see him bordering on ridiculous, trusting she'd only judge him as much as George or Annie would, and rightfully so.

"Might be longer than a while," he admitted through a chuckle, the grin that spread across his face crinkling the corners of his eyes and making them seem to dance. "This stuff tastes almost as good as theatre popcorn. I mean, it's not the same obviously. There are probably a lot of burned bits hidden in there. But it's pretty damn close."

[justsookie]

"Well, whenever the two of you are done with your torrid little affair," Sookie laughed, "let me know

[chasinghumanity]

Mitchell watched her push the beds together, content to just sit and not ask questions, knowing the answers would reveal themselves. She hadn't asked for help either. He kept reminding himself that Sookie was that way, with one of those fiercely independent streaks in her, and doing the gentlemanly thing wouldn't necessarily go over well. The beds weren't exactly heavy anyway, the scrape of the metal legs against the concrete floor the only sign of real struggle