Though she feels guilty for it right away, there's a part of Molly that's relieved when she hears his response, if only because it means she didn't wake him up. Under any other circumstances, it might not have been that big a deal if she did or not, and she'd still been willing to take that risk when she came out here in the first place. Still, she's unsure of herself in a way she isn't entirely used to, and if the last day is anything to go by, she and Lee aren't exactly on the steadiest ground with each other. It's awful of her to think so, when at least one of them should be able to get some sleep, but she'd rather this be the case than the alternative.

If she's also the slightest bit comforted by the fact that she isn't the only one this is so difficult for, she doesn't think that's the worst thing in the world, and she has the sense not to try to put it into words.

She takes a step into the room, then hesitates, shifting her weight like she isn't sure what to do. The best thing might be to cut to the chase and ask if he'll come to bed, but after everything that's happened, when they've barely spoken, it seems like too much, especially when she feels like nothing more than a scared kid again. "Can I—" she starts instead, and falters. "Can I come sit?"