[sit with me awhile]

[Requests: Can you do a sequel for Write to Me? / Can you write a fic about Willy mourning Mitch? We didn't get to see much other than the beginning of episode 3... / I know you said you wished we could have gone to Mitch's funeral, so maybe you could write a fic about that?]

"Holy shit..." he repeats. "Look at you."

When he's close enough, Willy realizes that for the first time he can look Mitch straight in the eye without any trouble, a jarring contrast to five years ago when he would jump on the furniture and pretend he towered over him and everyone else.

Mitch smirks.

"Told'ja you wouldn't be small forever."