The Perk, Tuesday Evening

[chose_humanity]

Thanks to a late portal and some ... tension between Nina and George, the source of which Mitchell was a little too aware of, Mitchell barely made it to the Perk before closing. Still, there was about half an hour left before the doors shut, and they were still willing to serve him some coffee, so there was that.

He sagged back in a seat, coffee in hand, and stared up at the lights in the ceiling. The past few days hadn't been all bad - even if he still felt like an awkward nit about Lucy - and at least it was putting some distance between him and the whole ugh with Hannibal.

But coffee, on his own, at the Perk? A perfect metaphor for his mental state at the moment.

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