[Mitchell is the type to drink the same tea, day in and day out. Just regular PG Tips with a splash of milk and maybe half a teaspoon of sugar if he's having a really bad day. He likes the familiarity of it all; it hasn't changed since he was a boy, growing up a hundred years ago. Everything else in the world changes, but not tea.
Of course, he's willing to drink whatever Annie puts in front of him, weird herbal mixtures and the like, because it's Annie who makes it for him.]
Why don't we just start with the one, hm? [He comes up behind her and settles his hands on her hips, tentative for a moment before he slides his arms fully around her and tucks his chin over her shoulder, hugging her gently and pressing his lips to her sweater.]
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Of course, he's willing to drink whatever Annie puts in front of him, weird herbal mixtures and the like, because it's Annie who makes it for him.]
Why don't we just start with the one, hm? [He comes up behind her and settles his hands on her hips, tentative for a moment before he slides his arms fully around her and tucks his chin over her shoulder, hugging her gently and pressing his lips to her sweater.]
I'm sorry.