As much as she wishes it weren't the case, Molly isn't sure, having Lee tell her that it'll be alright, whether he actually thinks so or not. For that matter, she doesn't even know if she believes it herself. With everything that's happened over the last day and a half, it's hard to imagine an outcome where that's actually the case. This is all too fucked up for that, and she doesn't know how to put the pieces back together, or how they'll ever get back to any semblance of normalcy.

Sitting here, though, curled against him in the dark, she doesn't much care if he means it, or if it's true. Just hearing him say so is enough for her. It's all she'd really wanted in the first place, before he walked out and everything went from bad to a lot fucking worse. Maybe it doesn't make quite as much difference now, but that's something she can deal with later.

"God, I wish you could've told me that before," she says, laughing helplessly into his shoulder, the sound almost a sob, though her eyes stay mercifully dry. She doubts she needs to specify that she means before he left; that seems like something that will speak for itself. "But here we are, I guess."