"Exactly," Molly says, kissing him softly for it, the kind of affection she can spare simply because of what he's just said. It's one of the things she's liked most about him since they first started sleeping together (that, and those absolutely incredible hands of his), that they can have this be an ongoing thing and be friends and not need to worry about any more than that. Now more than ever, she isn't looking for anything, and she's had too much wanted of her too many times. Something like this, it beats just sex and it beats worrying about feelings getting in the way. She's got enough to worry about as it is. "Dramatic and messy is really fucking overrated."