At that, Molly smiles, just a little, her head ducking forward. "I came out here to see if you'd come back to bed with me," she says, an answer to a question that hasn't quite been posed. At least they're on the same page, though, neither wanting to go back to sleeping on their own. While she would've understood if he did, she's relieved that's not the case. If nothing else, they've managed to get somewhere here, no matter how strange everything still feels. "But I kind of don't feel like moving."

It's only half a joke. The bedroom isn't very far, and it would probably be more comfortable than staying here, but she's exhausted, even more than she'd realized, and it's surprisingly difficult to make herself want to get up.