That she considers saying no isn't because she's angry, though she is. There's a fight it feels like they're on the cusp of having, that they probably need to have, but however that goes and whatever comes of it, Molly isn't planning on shutting him out entirely. Given the position she's in, she kind of can't, and even setting that aside, she doesn't want to lose him over something that she never asked for in the first place.

He'd still left, though, and after a night spent wondering if he would even be coming back at all, it's hard to let go of that. It's hard to deal with any of this, harder still to keep from falling apart entirely, and for all that she'd really prefer not to do so in front of Lee, being around him is only making it worse. Whatever it is he has to tell her, there's no way she'll be able to listen to it and maintain any semblance of composure, not when her hold on that is already so tenuous.

But she doesn't want to do any more damage here than has already been done, and so she lets out a tremulous sigh, eyes shut tight as she pushes her hands back through her hair, and nods once. "Fine," she says, brusque. Without looking at him — she can't, not yet — she starts for the kitchen, both to get another glass of water and for an excuse not to just be standing there, waiting to hear what's going to come next. "Whatever you want to say, just say it, Lee."