[ Her arms come around him as he gives into her embrace, her lips pressing to the top of his head, hands sliding over his arms and back, soothingly. Her heart breaks, crumbles when he cries, her own tears slipping down her cheeks. But she doesn't dare shush, she lets him speak, she runs her hand over his face and hair.]

Mitchell-- [ It's agony, all of it. He will not forgive himself easily, if at all. And it will drive an wedge between them, a wedge that will soon enough become a chasm, should he descend into despair too much.] You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. We all... [ She strokes his cheek, thumb brushing over it slowly.] We all slip up, we all have our weakness. You are not broken any more than me or George or Nina. [ She tilts her head downward as she whispers words she means more than anything.] I love you. I adore you. I trust you. You will overcome this because you have me. We can do this together.