[As soon as Annie is out of the room, Mitchell allows himself to tumble over sideways, to fall flat on the floor and hide his face in the sheets that are rumpled around him. It's very tempting to wallow in his despair, to recriminate himself even more, but Annie is waiting for him downstairs, and so after a moment or so, he forces himself to get up again and to get dressed.
Mitchell is a man who will do many things, but he won't make Annie wait for him.
He's fully-dressed, down to shoes and socks, his ubiquitous gloves back on his hands by the time he slinks into the kitchen, looking somewhat like a chastened dog and trying to hide it nonetheless.] Was that the kettle, then?
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Mitchell is a man who will do many things, but he won't make Annie wait for him.
He's fully-dressed, down to shoes and socks, his ubiquitous gloves back on his hands by the time he slinks into the kitchen, looking somewhat like a chastened dog and trying to hide it nonetheless.] Was that the kettle, then?