"And so we celebrate," Molly says, grinning as she lifts her drink in turn and sits up a little straighter. "To... Fuck, I don't know. Something that isn't too sappy or cliché." None of this needs to be made overly sentimental, after all. They both know why they're here and what this means for her; there's no sense in getting dramatic about it and talking about new beginnings or shit like that. That's not really how the world works, at least not in her experience. Baggage might get lighter, but no one stops carrying it. Wounds fade to scars, but they don't heal entirely. She's moving forward, finally, but that doesn't erase anything that's happened. She wouldn't want it to. "To finally moving my stuff out of Lee's apartment and into my own?"