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By all accounts, Lee has no cause for complaint. Even rough days in Darrow, ones where he's spent an entire afternoon trying to get a handle on a specific bit of court case precedence that's been eluding him for weeks, are better than his worst days on Galactica. He's not fighting for his life here, running and watching his back at every turn. He can makes mistakes in Darrow and not worry about some metal motherfrakker— as Starbuck so eloquently put it once— blowing him away.

In a lot of ways, Darrow is what he'd spent so long fighting for.

In a lot of other ways, it's the worst parts of what they'd hoped to leave behind.

By the time Lee reaches High Gate Terrance, he's frakking exhausted. Not in his bones, like after a dogfight, but mentally. He doesn't think he can even look at another book tonight without losing his mind. Reaching into his pocket for the key to the front door of the building, Lee yawns, even though he knows he's not going to be able to fall asleep once he gets inside for hours yet.

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It's been a long fucking day, but the kind that Molly enjoys, where she actually feels like she's accomplishing something and is getting recognized for it. The latter, of course, is far less important, but she does have her future to consider, too. When it's never too far from her mind that this is her only chance to have one, she wants to make the most of it.

All in all, it leaves her in good spirits as she heads back to her apartment, messenger bag slung over her shoulder and hands lifting to pull her hair up off her neck. The walk is a pretty short one, but the late summer heat makes it a little less pleasant than she usually finds it. Still, the weather isn't enough to dampen her mood, especially not when she catches sight of Lee nearing the building at the same time she does.

"Hello, neighbor," she says with a grin, elbowing him once she's reached his side. "Don't tell me you're falling asleep already. The sun's still up."