Mitch had to spare a glance toward Savarina's room as she meandered with her answer, cheers coming from inside. Had mercy *actually* done the dare? He raised his eyebrows, grinning and shaking his head. Well, there was at least one person in need of a drive home tonight, if she didn't crash there, as Myles almost definitely would. Especially with the state he was in, moaning and groaning like a child. Mitch had to laugh. 

He had to look back to Sav as she finally answered, smiling just a little too widely with her armful of snacks. 

**"I don't uh- I don't need help with anything! Thanks for asking~"** Came her awkward response. Mitch was prepared to just take some of the snacks from her, because that was the kind of thing he did, but suddenly a wild Homer appeared, and Sav used the distraction to make her escape. Mitch looked after her, a confused expression clearly displayed on his face. She wasn't one to just brush off a question, and she was obviously nervous. He hoped it wasn't anything serious, or at least something he could help with. 

*"Hey, that looks pretty bad. Are you alright?"* Homer asked, offering a dishtowel filled with what Mitch figured was ice. 

Mitch froze for a second, looking down into his drink. Well, he hadn't expected that everyone would just ignore the bruise on his face, but it had been going well enough. He had figured that if he never mentioned it, no one else would either, but within his group of friends, it wasn't a very realistic idea. 

Putting on a small smile, he patted the shorter man's shoulder, out down his drink and accepted the ice, trying to brush it off as no big deal. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing." He said. *Isn't the first time,* he thought. 

Picking up his drink once more, he pressed the ice gently to his bruise. It was a few days old, past the point where ice would help, but he had to at least act like it helped, in an effort to appease his friend. He was ready to make an excuse to return to the bedroom when one was made for him, in the form of several loud bumping sounds and Myles' subsequent complaints. Looking between Homer and the room, Mitch laughed and nudged him. "I think we're needed," he whispered, making his way to see what happened.