"I don't know," Molly says, shrugging, though that's not quite true. It's more that she doesn't know just how to articulate it, something that shouldn't be a big deal given all she's just told him, but that she finds herself tripped up on anyway. Really, when it came down to it, telling him just made sense, but she doesn't think it can be written off as easily as that, either. There's more to it. She's just never had to stop and put it into words before, not least because she was never sure she'd get this far, or that if she did, she would have a chance to talk about it beyond that. Maybe for him, it really is as simple as he's said, but she'd be surprised if there weren't plenty of people with whom this could have gone very differently.

That isn't a concern now, though, and knowing that leaves her surprisingly comfortable, even with as fucked up as talking about all of this makes her feel. Taking a deep breath, she sits back just a little, not enough to pull away, but so that she can look at him when she continues. "I kind of thought I would eventually, if this kept going. If I didn't, I... It always would have been there, you know? It was always going to be overhead, and I was always going to wonder how you'd take it, and... I didn't want to have that holding me back. Plus I figured if it was going to make a difference, it would be better to find out now than later."

She's still sniffling a little, her cheeks still flushed, but Molly summons up a small, self-conscious smile. "I really like you, Lee. In case you couldn't tell."