Molly nods in response to his apology, what seems like the best thing she can do. She doesn't want to say it's fine when it's not, or that she's over it when she isn't, but if nothing else, she knows he's got to mean what he's saying. Between this morning and tonight, she's given him every opportunity to leave if he wanted to, offered an out both times they've talked. He's stayed anyway, and that's what matters most. Maybe his walking out isn't something that will be so easy for her to come to terms with, but none of this was ever going to be easy in the first place. They're both here now, and they're both trying, and for now, that's enough.

"Yeah, I think so," she says. Though she doesn't know if she actually will be able to sleep, she sounds halfway there already, her voice quiet, light, and exhaustion obvious in it. "What about you?"