"Here, please," Mitchell babbled. "I'm so sorry it's a mess I just haven't..." he looked pained, and upset to the point of being distraught. He put up his hands, helplessly, and moved to the kitchen to fill the kettle and put it on the stove.
"I don't know what's wrong and it's driving me mad," he admitted. "I am so grateful for you coming. I'm just...desperate."