Will didn't like that he had to admit it, but hearing Molly say she didn't want to see anyone else caused a sense of relief to rise in him. He wasn't possessive as a general rule, but this thing between them was still so new and intense, he didn't think he could back off now, not easily. He watched her as she turned back to her dinner, and he felt a little guilty staring, but his own appetite had vanished (like it often did), and it was difficult for him to keep his undistracted eyes off her.

Molly's memory was beautiful, and Will had expected no less. When she'd first asked for his happiest memory the first thing he'd considered was a birth, but he hadn't been a part of any, an only child and a single man most of his life. He smiled at the way Molly spoke of her brother, of holding him, falling in love instantly. He'd never even had the thought of wanting a sibling, not really, because he'd known, even as a small child, it was asking too much.

"It's really nice, how close you were with your family," he said softly. "I'm sorry that you've been separated from them. It must be really difficult."