His mouth feels good, as much as she would have expected it to, if not more so for how long it's been. When Molly closes her eyes, it's so she can try to focus on that, to shake the memories from months ago and come back to the present. Instead, she gets everything coming back to her all in a rush, a jolt of pain through her chest and Patrick's teeth between her legs, until she realizes that she can't breathe, the panic from earlier suddenly overwhelming. "Wait," she says, quiet, before she's so much as realized the word leaving her mouth. "Fuck. Sorry. Just... I need a minute."