"Oh darn," Clarke says with mock disappointment as she snaps her fingers. It's over-the-top play acting of a gesture she's never actually seen someone do in real life, at least not in any seriousness. But it kind of fits the moment. "There goes my plans to paint a massive dick above your bed. To really set the mood."

Unable to carry on faking it for any longer than necessary, she breaks out into a laugh before shaking her head. "No, you don't have to worry. I'll definitely make it tasteful. It could be really cathartic."

She means that for Molly, but also a little bit for herself. There is something about filling up a blank space that puts her at ease. A lifetime of living in cramped spaces has made her wary of too much openness. It's hard to know what will be found.