Maybe it's the sort of thing that should have spoken for itself. Most of the time, spending the time at one of their apartments or the other isn't something that requires any kind of discussion, it just happens, the same way it has been for months now. Gradually, Molly has been spending fewer and fewer nights on her own; when she does now, it's a rarity. This isn't how most of their time together goes, though. The nights she's spent with Lee before haven't involved her telling him about having been sexually assaulted and crying on his shoulder. They have, though, more often than not, involved sex, and in spite of her earlier worries about what this might change, she's not really sure she'll be in the mood, or if she's comfortable enough in her own skin for that.

But she doesn't want to be on her own, either. She'd rather just stay here, close to him, for as long as she can. "Good, so we're on the same page," she says lightly, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to how fucking vulnerable she still feels. "I just wanted to check. And to... thank you, for... letting me get all of that out."