"The two of you are the only people who do know," Molly says, with a small, bittersweet sort of smile. "About all of that. Lee... knows a lot of shit about me, he knows about everything that happened with Patrick, but this..." Trailing off, she shrugs, the movement slight, a little helpless. "I don't know how I'd bring that up. Like, what would I even say? 'Oh, by the way, I killed myself back home, but I'm not suicidal, I just wanted to avoid having my life ruined by a scandal'? That's a lot of ground to cover at once."

It's not like she wouldn't tell him, if he asked, but with no reason for him to ask, she's not sure why it would ever come up. That may well be for the best. She doesn't want him to start looking at her like she's dead here, too.