It is, perhaps, only because it's been such an emotional night already that the words leave Molly feeling suddenly as if she's about to cry. It's certainly that she's spent so much time doing that already that no tears actually come, though her breath catches for a moment like they might. Though she's been told that she's loved before, it's almost exclusively been by family members, the odd boyfriend for whom the sentiment wasn't returned. She's never especially felt an absence of that, either, that sort of affection not something she's been too inclined to seek out, but it's striking all the same to hear, all the more at a time like this, surprising though it probably shouldn't be. He's long since been her closest friend here, the person about whom she unequivocally cares the most. It is anyway.

Less surprising is how easily her own response comes, not really taking any thought at all. "Yeah," she says softly. "Me, too." Of course she loves him, she thinks. Maybe she's never thought about it expressly in those terms, but there'd have been no way for her not to. With as close as she came to dying tonight, she has no qualms about making sure he knows it, too. "And, um... Thanks."