She heads for the kitchen, and Lee's left sitting there on the couch. He doesn't blame her for not wanting to sit and talk; he's frakked up and they both know it. Mostly, he's just relieved right now that she's going to listen at all.

"I shouldn't have left. I frakked up and I'm sorry," Lee says, and really, they should have been the first words out of his mouth when he came through the door, but he was mostly just relieved that Molly was still there in the first place.

"I guess I just wasn't expecting it. I wasn't..." he trails off, quiet for a moment, because it's not as if this is something Molly expected either. And it's not something she can just run from. "No. That's not fair. And... I'm not here to make excuses, but there's something I haven't told you yet. I was engaged. Before Dee. Before the attack on the Colonies, before everything went to hell. A few weeks before the attack, she told me she was pregnant."

Gods, Lee doesn't even remember how long it was. Maybe even less than that. But it'd been soon enough after that he'd been ordered to fly at Galactica's decommissioning ceremony before they'd had a chance to talk again. Lee isn't sure if they ever would have, or what either of them would have said, but there's not a lot he regrets more than pushing Gianne away that day.

"We fought. Because I said I wasn't ready and... for a million other reasons. Not long after that, I was called away on assignment, the end of the worlds happened and I never saw her again. It doesn't excuse what I did. In fact, it does the opposite of that, but I figure it's about time I start coming clean, considering the circumstances."