"Mitch?"
"We need this for buttons…"
"Mitch."
"Yis?"
"…I love you… what?"
"You do? Hashtag Merome?"
"Hashtag Merome."
"Hashtag Merome!"
It just… slipped out. Before he could even comprehend it.
He rolled with it, making it into a joke that Mitch started.
But now, sitting alone after the recording, he couldn't stop the tears rolling down his cheeks.
A joke.
That's what it was, and always would be.