"I don't really do this either," Molly replies, her expression a little sheepish and a little pleased. Just like the fact that they're both rebounding, it helps a little having that common ground, making her feel a bit less self-conscious. She may have used to do this sort of thing all the time, but that hasn't been the case in ages now. Even with it having been her first instinct tonight as a way of dealing with what's happened, she's not accustomed to this anymore, those instincts rusty. "At least I haven't in a long time. My place... used to also be my boyfriend's place, but he just disappeared, so."

Ordinarily, she would want to go back to her own apartment, to have the security of being in her own territory, so to speak. As it is, though, she doesn't want to be around Stephen's stuff, sleeping with someone else in the bed where she fell asleep with him last night. It would just be too depressing.

"But thanks. For understanding. As long as I can text somebody an address, we're good."