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Molly was conflicted. She'd never really done this before, comforting another person so vulnerable when she didn't even know them that well. She'd been there for Sam and the boy had, in return, been there for her, but it had been different. This was not on Molly's comfort zone, or at least not in her realm of expertise. Should she kiss Raven to make her worries go away, or would that be insensitive? Should she just hold her quietly and let the girl get it out of her system? This wasn't a light matter, and Molly felt like she shouldn't treat is as such, either. Maybe... Maybe it was enough for Raven that Molly simply was there, listening. At least she hoped it would be enough.
Raven wept for a while silently. Molly could feel the tears wetting her shirt, but thought to herself it didn't matter. Any smudged make-up wouldn't show up on the black shirt, that wasn't going to be a problem.
After a silent few seconds Raven raised her head to look at Molly. It was hard for Molly to see her like that, so lost and helpless with her memories. It was also confusing because she didn't know how exactly they'd ended up here. It all made so little sense. Raven proceeded to tell about the man and how he'd been a drug dealer, a big one at that. This shook Molly a little. Now she understood even better why Raven seemed so distraught. She wasn't only scared of what she'd done or what she'd seen, she was scared of this man's position and power. It made sense.
"No, I... I believe you," Molly responded quietly, a sincere tone to her voice. It must've been so hard for Raven, Molly thought grimly. Maybe... maybe it'd be good if she'd gently nudge the conversation into a more comfortable direction, still not completely changing the subject. Right? She didn't want Raven to have to dwell on the horrors of her past for longer than necessary.
"You must miss it, yeah? Your home," Molly more stated than asked, although there was a hint of a question there. "I mean... had that not happened... You might've not had to move here in such a hurry. It can really tear a person apart," Molly mused. She'd moved around a lot her whole life, that much was already clear. So she could, in a way, relate to Raven's experience. She'd never been forced to leave out of fear, but that had never meant she was ready whenever it had happened. Molly remembered the long, sleepless nights she'd spent crying because she hadn't wanted to leave. In an apartment filled with cardboard boxes and no mattresses to suck the echo of the empty walls. She'd hated moving, but eventually, she'd gotten used to it. It never meant she hated it any less, though.
"Even though we speak English here too, it's not really the same, is it? We moved a lot when I was younger... and not always to places where they spoke English. But we never stayed long enough for me to settle and learn the local customs. I'd have got just comfortable enough, I'd have made a new friend or two, even... and then we'd be on the move again, going wherever my parents' jobs demanded. Eventually I learned not to get too attached to places. Or people," Molly told with a soft voice. She wasn't entirely sad, but she'd have come to some sort of grim acceptance. In any way, she wasn't telling this to Raven to earn some brownie points, she was telling this to her to possibly take her mind off of the fears plaguing her beautiful mind, luring the conversation to a more explorative direction.
"I never stopped missin' home, though. England is my home and it's weird being so far away. But..." Molly trailed off, a smile tugging her lips, "had I not come here, I wouldn't be here right now. Nor would I be able to do..." she paused again, leaning closer to give Raven's forehead a soft kiss, "...this."