Mitchell makes a 'shh' noise, putting both arms around Hasibe and pressing his face into her hair. His fingers move up and down in what he hopes are small, calming motions. "I'll take care of it."

There's a long, silent pause where he continues to hold her, eyes trying not to drift to the marks on her wrists. At least until the quiet gets too much and he needs to move, needs to speak, to do something again before he starts to contemplate unspeakable things.

"Here's what we're going to do," he says, moving back to look at her squarely. "I'm going to get a pen and paper. We'll sit here, make a list of who needs to be contacted. I can do it, or you can do it, or both of us."

"Then I want you to make another list of things you'll need. I'll go to your flat, pick up some stuff and get Huan. You're staying here for now," and his expression softens as he presses a kiss to her forehead. "But I want you to call one of your girlfriends while I'm away, okay? I don't need to go right now, I just --it needs to be done."

He can be strangely considerate and forward thinking when the mood calls for it.