Molly slides her hand into his hair, and gods, it's been so long since somebody did that that Lee almost can't think straight. He doesn't think to set his glass down, instead holding it uselessly in his hand as he leans into the kiss. He doesn't think that Molly brought him up here just for this— they've gone out for drinks near City Hall before— but ending up here is something he can't find much fault with, in the moment, as much as he's trying not to wonder what might come of it.

He manages to push that thought out of his head for a long moment, long enough to get the feel of her, to brush her hair back gently as he kisses her, one hand on her face, before he pulls away just far enough to talk.

"Molly, what are we doing?" Lee asks, touching his forehead to hers, and maybe he's about to frak this up by overthinking, maybe he should just let this go and let this carry them wherever it goes, but he needs to know.