Lee doesn't expect the question. Actually, he hadn't expected to see Molly at all tonight, her seemingly content for the two of them to spend the night apart. He feels equal parts relieved that she's as not okay with all of this as he is, and guilty that he didn't go to her first. But she'd given him the impression that she needed space earlier, when she'd left him standing in the kitchen after their conversation.

"Yeah," he says again, and he shifts on the couch to make room, lifting up the blanket in case she wants to join him under it, "Yeah, of course."

It's strange, how stilted things are, now he's not sure what he should and shouldn't say just now. It's only been like this between them once before, and that was for much happier reasons than this.