His head's killing him when he wakes up on Kara's couch the next morning. Part of it is probably because he and Starbuck drank enough for an entire squadron of Viper pilots, and the other part is because he barely got any sleep despite it. Every few hours, Lee found himself waking out of a restless sleep, his mind on Molly and their conversation last night. On a few things Kara said in between drinks.

He's frakked up here, and he knows it. Maybe he hadn't been ready for this last night, but Molly obviously hadn't been either. And Lee... he'd run, leaving her to deal with all of it.

You turn into the approach, or you turn tail and run.

Lee had chosen the second option, only to find that there's nowhere to run to. And that running is just what he'd been afraid of doing in the first place.

Kara's still asleep when Lee pulls on his coat, grabbing his things and heading out of the door. If he's lucky, Molly won't have changed the locks on their apartment door. But he's never been very lucky.

By the time Lee makes it home, his head is still pounding, and he tries to do it without making too much noise. Only, Molly's right there. She hasn't left, and he feels like the world's biggest godsdamned asshole.

"We should probably talk," he says.