Lee listens, quiet as Molly goes through what happened to her. He's seen the scars, often enough that he could have asked just where they came from. He'd secretly wondered, but it had never seemed right to ask about them. Right now, he's mostly just glad that asshole got what was coming to him.

He's not sure if he's overstepping in the moment, but Lee reaches out, leaning in to touch the scar just under Molly's collarbone with a frown. A frakking nail gun. He'd known that Molly had been though something awful that night, but he'd never imagined this.

"Gods," Lee says, and his voice is quiet, as he looks up at her. He's been though a hell of a lot of things that he'd rather not relive, so he has an idea what it means that she's telling him all this.

"I'm... I'm sorry you had to go through that."