He had been catching up on his comics, a hobby Mitchell had relegated to the privacy of his own home. A prudent measure, he thought, and thoughtful, so he mentally patted himself on the back every time he stretched out on his bed and cracked open another gripping chapter of someone else's life. At least the Fantastic Four weren't on the island or anything.

He was halfway through the issue when he heard the door open and shut and Sookie's voice rang out afterward. The tone passed his notice completely. "Yeah," Mitchell called back, sitting up even as he continued to scan the panel. "Hold on, I'm just-- Ah.." He was in the thick of it with no good place to leave off, so he just abandoned the effort and dropped the book onto his bed.

"You're timing's miserable," Mitchell joked as he left his room, walking into the main room where Sookie was. He stepped into the larger space and instantly, it was as if the temperature dropped by degrees. One glance at Sookie told him something wasn't quite right.

He stilled, the easy smile dropping away from his face. "..What's up?"