"No," Molly says instinctively, and shakes her head, nothing short of helpless. "I mean, sort of? But not really." It's different, she thinks, figuring out what she doesn't want to do, but it's a difficult thing to try to explain, or to work up to saying outright. What she told him this morning is the most she's said about it in a long time, and even then, it's at least a little easier to keep it part of the past. In terms of the present, it's a different story entirely, and something that she doesn't know how to put into words in the first place. She hadn't thought she'd ever need to figure it out. And with everything else that's been going through her head since she first got that positive test, she hasn't really had a chance to get to this.

She doesn't pull away, but she looks down, gaze fixed on the blanket over them rather than on Lee. "I just know that I can't... do what I did before," she says, hoping that will be clear enough. "I can't go through that again. But as for what I want..." She shrugs, a gesture that looks as uncertain as she feels. "That's about as close as I've gotten. And you do get a say in this, too."