For a long few moments, Molly doesn't say anything, both because she isn't sure what she can say and because she doesn't trust herself to remain composed regardless. All of this is just so fucking hard, more so than she would have expected, even having been through this once before. She hadn't thought about it as such at the time, but at least then, there hadn't really been any decisions to make, since there'd only been one course of action. Now, it's different, and with the weight of all of this on her shoulders, and so much up in the air, or seeming to be, she doesn't know what move to make. None of them are going to make this work out well, or bring the two of them back to where they were a couple of days ago, and that's what she'd really like to be the case.

"It's not like this is something I wanted, Lee," she finally settles on, her voice quiet, though that's probably spoken for itself already. "If I thought I'd be okay if I didn't have it, then..." She trails off, not sure that's something that needs to be outright stated, when that isn't something she thinks she can do anyway. "And I'm sorry that that's the case. God, I'm sorry this is happening at all."