Molly nods in agreement, unable to argue that, or come up with any better ideas. It'll still only be a start, it won't begin to cover all the other shit they have to figure out, but it's unquestionably what matters most. There will be time for the rest of it, anyway. Not a whole lot of it, but enough to get their bearings, and enough that they'll be able to weigh their other options after all if it turns out that this isn't going to work. As trapped as she might feel in this, at least nothing has to happen immediately.

In lieu of more of a response, she shifts enough to lean forward and wrap her arms around him, her face pressed into the space between his neck and his shoulder. For most of the last day, she's been so, so fucking angry, and she's still sure that what happened isn't something she'll be able to just forget about. Holding onto that when there's no need to, though, isn't going to do either of them any favors. Being here with him, she feels a lot better than she did trying to stay away, and it's the only way they're going to get through this.

"I love you, Lee," she finally says, the words coming out half-muffled, but clear enough.