"Yeah, I just... I need to think," Lee says, and he can't look at Molly right now. Not because he thinks any of this is her fault-- he's as much a part of this as she is-- but because he's not sure he wants to see the look on her face. It's been years now since that last day he saw Gianne, but he still remembers the hopeful look on her face, and the way her expression had fallen when he'd told her he wasn't ready for what she wanted. That he wasn't ready to be what she wanted him to be.

Then, just like his old man, he'd gotten on a raptor and headed off world. But at least Lee's father had had the decency to come back every once in a while.

Maybe it's been long enough that he should have come to terms with all that by now, but he hasn't. At least not yet. And he can't get his mind off of how much he wants to leave their apartment right now, if only to get try and get his head on straight.