Mouth pressed into a thin line in an attempt to help her keep it together, Molly nods, though she knows it isn't much of a response when he isn't looking at her to see it. Right now, that hurts as much as anything else, only adding to how fucking guilty she feels about all of this. It isn't entirely on her, it can't be, but she's the one who told him and she's now the source of this problem, and it's hard not to feel the weight of that, not least when she can't get what happened before out of her head. This may not be exactly the same, but it's enough to bring back to the surface what she usually keeps so carefully buried, making this a hell of a lot harder than it might otherwise be.

She should tell him, she knows she should, but things are strained enough already, and she can't fault him for needing to think. All of this, it's a lot to take in. It doesn't make his silence any easier to take. After a long few moments of it, she can't just sit there anymore; as badly as she wants to hear that everything will be okay, that they'll get through this, it doesn't seem like that's coming, so she might as well say something herself.

"We don't need to decide anything right away," she says softly. "We have time. We can talk about it." It's the closest she'll let herself get to doing what she really wants to, begging him to talk to her, just to give her some idea of where he is with this and where they'll go from here. As it is, it's hard to picture them coming out of this okay.