She’s not sure what confuses him about it, maybe that her answer involved him at all and if that’s the case, then he’s not going to like what she says next. She sits up finally, her head pounding as she does and she knows that even if he says no he doesn’t want to, she probably will go down and watch a movie anyway, it just wouldn’t be the one she wanted with who she wanted. So she just gives him a smile and tries not to get her hopes up because the look on his face is telling her she already knows the answer.
"Will you come watch Godzilla with me?" she asks more plainly, her hands folded in front of her. There’s the hope that he’ll say yes because there’s still the fear that no matter where she goes in this house, there’s going to be a faceless man ready to pull her head off of her shoulders. That fear is going to be there for days and she knows it. There’s no one else in this house she can really go to. Maybe she could find Niko and see if he wanted to go drinking with her, but beyond that, there’s no one she takes comfort in. It’s not something she’s had in years and it’s nothing she’d outright tell him, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
Mitchell doesn't respond immediately. He keeps his head up, keeps his attention on her, but nothing plays across his face, because if nothing else he's good at making himself that way. Cold, blank, unreadable, and if it makes him seem distant and mean then maybe he is. It's not meant to be this time. This time he's thinking that there's paperwork scattered all around him, that there's a lecture on the tip of his tongue about how he has responsibilities and just because he can deal with them tomorrow doesn't mean he should leave them that long.
There's also the thought that he's tired and won't sleep, both because he's not sure he wants to and doubts he'll be able to.
What she wants doesn't really factor into it. If the thoughts are selfish it's nothing he can really help. He knows he asked and maybe that's her answer, but he's aware enough of himself to know that's not enough to make him do anything. He's learned to turn that part off and when people aren't on a mission with him then their mental or emotional wellbeing stops being anything he concerns himself with.
All the same, when he answers it's probably less for him and more just because she asked. When he's alone he'll deal with whatever's leftover from the mission on his end, from seeing a grieving father and a man dead in front of him. He'll deal with it with a bottle of pills and he'll let them dull both him and the constant pain. Right now he just says "Okay."












