Mitchell's head snapped from Annie to George, feeling slightly under attack. Were George and Annie suggesting that he was a rubbish boyfriend? He just didn't like it. There was nothing wrong with not liking it. How could you even like it? Annie could have suggested something as well. Why was that his duty? Not everyone liked playing Romeo and Juliet. "If you wanted to do something, you could have just planned something," Mitchell said towards Annie.
The rest of the conversation was a bit lost to him as he still pondered whether or not he had just been wrongfully accused and more importantly how to get out of it again. What the fuck did he care how everyone spend their fucking evening?