Logically speaking, Molly knows that's true. She didn't ask to wind up pregnant, and she's not the one who took off last night. Still, it's hard not to feel, in a way, like she's the root of this problem, as terrible as she feels for thinking about it as one in the first place, and she still could have handled this morning better. All things considered, she was probably justified in pulling away, and she can't pretend that a part of her isn't angry even now. As much as she might have thought she needed not to be around him, though, it's apparent enough now, or seems to be, that she didn't do either of them any favors by walking away earlier.

"Maybe not," she says, shrugging as best she can without dislodging his arm from around her shoulders. "But I still..." She trails off, left with any number of ways she could finish that sentence, none of them quite right. "I just want us to be okay, Lee."