He says they're done, and Molly lets out a breath like she's been holding it, her whole body trembling as she does. It does suck, she thinks, he's right about that, but that isn't the only reason why she's so relieved. Mostly, the recorder being off means she doesn't have to try to hold herself together so much anymore. To an extent, she still intends to, too unwilling and too worn out to let herself fall apart completely again, but if there's anyone she doesn't have to pretend around, it's Russell, and at least now, they can drop any need for professionalism.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Russell," she says, the words coming out somewhere between an exhale and a sob, as she looks up at him with wide eyes. "I don't..."