"Is it bad that that's... a little relieving?" Molly asks, frowning as she does, as if she's already answered her own question. It isn't like she's glad he's gone. Of course she isn't. Waking up in an empty bed had been practically fucking terrifying, if only for all the uncertainty it's left her with. It's strange, though, not to have to take what he'd want into consideration anymore, realizing how much that's colored her decisions, however subconsciously. Now, on her own, she can figure out what she needs. "I mean, not... I didn't want this, I'm not happy about this, but God, at least there's that."