There are about half a dozen responses on the tip of her tongue, and Molly can't bring herself to give voice to any of them. She wants to know what makes her so different, why she's worth sticking around for; it wouldn't change anything now, but a part of her can't help wondering if he would have stayed in the first place if she'd asked him to like she thought about doing. She still feels a little like she should reiterate the fact that she doesn't want him to be here only out of some sense of obligation, but she's too worried that doing so might give the wrong impression. Besides, she's got to try to start trusting him again at some point. Taking him at his word is still uncomfortably difficult with the way last night went, but if he's making an effort, then she should, too.

She doesn't want to ruin this, anyway, when she doesn't know how stilted things might go back to being before long, and when she really does want him here. If she has to deal with this on her own, then she will, but she'd rather have Lee with her. It wouldn't make sense, losing him over something she never wanted in the first place.

"Okay," she says quietly, instinctively leaning into his touch, and on a whim, turns her head just enough to press her lips to the base of his palm. "Okay. I... I just needed to say it. You know, I don't want you to stay because you feel like you have to and us to wind up hating each other in five months." She pauses a moment, then adds, visibly self-conscious, "But I do want you to stay."