Mitch hesitated for a moment before he set down his drink. He smiled and patted Homer’s shoulder and took the dishtowel from him, meanwhile Sav made a quick exit saying something about not needing any help. _Why do I get the feeling I was just used as a distraction_ Homer thought.  **“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s healing.”** Mitch said as he put the ice on the bruise and picked up his drink.

Homer looked around awkwardly trying to think of something to say. Mitch wasn’t a very good liar, but did Homer really have the right to call him out on it? He still hadn’t told anyone that his aunt had thrown him out the house, and he wasn’t really planning to do that any time soon.

Fortunately, a loud thud and some cursing from Myles gave them both a distraction. **“I think we’re needed.”** Mitch whispered and walked towards Sav’s room to see what happened. Homer followed after his friend, shaking his head. “Can’t we have one party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?” he asked.

Homer was still worried about Mitch, the bruise might have been no big deal, but he did know that he and Daniel had broken up recently. And Daniel didn’t have the best temper. “Hey, Mitch you do know you can talk to us though. If something’s bothering you I mean.”