It's probably ridiculous, the two of them just staying here when their bedroom is just down the hall, and a lot more comfortable than their both staying on the couch will be. In a way, though, Molly is relieved by his answer. Being here is the closest she's felt to alright in a good day and a half, and between that and how tenuous everything seems right now, the two of them having only just made up, she's reluctant to want to leave this spot.

How things will be in the morning, she doesn't actually have a fucking clue. At least for now, though, they've gotten somewhere.

"At least I'm still small enough that we can both fit," she says, a weak attempt at a joke, and not just for the exhaustion evident in her voice. She shifts in turn as she does, though, so she can lie down, her back against Lee's chest, and reaches over to take his hand and pull his arm around her.