On one hand, Molly is aware that his response probably makes her lucky, in a way. Not everyone would take so kindly to the idea of her sleeping with some married guy, even without her mentioning that he wasn't her first. Starting a relationship with Lee while he'd still been wearing his ring was a different story; maybe it still said something about her, but she'd spent enough time around him then to know that whatever had gone on there, his wife wasn't in the picture anymore. This is something else, and she doesn't think she would have been able to blame him if it changed the way he saw her. She may not have been the only one who fucked up that night, or even the one who initiated things, but she'd still been a willing participant. That it doesn't seem to be a point of contention now is something she thinks she ought to be grateful for.

Then again, it's not like that's her reason for talking about this, only the necessary context for why she did what she did back then. It does nothing to fix things with her and Lee, nor does it give her any sort of idea about what to do now, on an immediate or longterm scale. She wants to push Lee away as badly as she wants to pull him close, and it takes everything she's got in her to do neither.

"I was gonna tell you last night," she says, shrugging somewhat awkwardly. "But you took off before I had a chance." She knows that's got to be at least in part why he's apologizing again now, and that she probably shouldn't keep holding it against him. Hearing that he's sorry, though, while something that does help, doesn't change what the past night has done to her. "I'd ask if it would've made a difference, but I don't think I'd want to hear the answer either way."