Hearing him say it, all pieced together like that, Molly falls silent for a long few moments, not yet responding. It isn't as if there's anything there that she hasn't outright told him herself, that she didn't know, that she isn't lying here feeling the effects of now, but it's different somehow, coming from his mouth as opposed to hers. It seems infinitely more real this way, and all the more painful because of it. He shouldn't have to be asking and she shouldn't have to respond. It shouldn't have had to happen at all.
"Yeah. Like that," she says, abrupt, the accompanying nod of her head a jerky one, enough so that it's almost painful. She doesn't care. The physical reminders she has of all this are nothing compared to having it all in her head, knowing how much there is left to say. "Sorry. I just, um... There's a lot to try to remember."
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"Yeah. Like that," she says, abrupt, the accompanying nod of her head a jerky one, enough so that it's almost painful. She doesn't care. The physical reminders she has of all this are nothing compared to having it all in her head, knowing how much there is left to say. "Sorry. I just, um... There's a lot to try to remember."