"It's alright, I'll take your word for it," Molly replies, the words half a laugh, or as close to one as she can manage. "That's fine, anyway. I just—" She just has nerves completely frayed, an entire life ahead of her that's been upended, and her usual mantra that she's lucky to have a life at all isn't quite cutting it in a situation like this. It's not just her, after all. If this had been a year ago, she would have been sad but she would have gotten the fuck over it. Now, though, there's Abigail to consider, too, and God help her, she's absolutely clueless.

Taking the cup once Clarke has poured her a drink, she takes a small, careful sip, then decides she should come right out with it. "Lee's gone," she says without looking up. "I woke up this morning and he was..."