It feels damn good, the way he touches her, especially with all the time that's passed since she could last do this. It's for the same reason, Molly thinks, that she's still short of breath, heart lodged in her throat. Really, it makes sense. This used to be the sort of situation she was most comfortable in, and she's expecting it to be again, but her life's been pretty well upended since that happened, so it's only reasonable that it might not be immediate. She sees no reason to think too much of it, a hand curling around the back of his neck, drawing him with her as she eases down onto the bed.