[Molly pushes himself up onto his elbows, putting himself fairly close to Ren's face, though his eyes seem to be drawn to the pollen in his ear and for no reason other than simply being touch-starved and deeply unhappy with circumstances, he reaches up and brushes some of it away, fingers lingering in the strands of red hair.]

I have this weird feeling like I know what it is. [This is a bad fucking time in every sense of the word, but Molly has a pretty lackadaisical attitude about sex, anyway, so it doesn't bother him as much as it could. It's conversation, it's intimacy without commitment, and it's fun. He's a hedonist at heart and while he doesn't go out with the intention of pursuing it, like most things if he finds a willing partner, he'll happily take it. Especially as a distraction.]

If it can't get you one way, it'll get you another. I think this bloody forest has an agenda. [The logical, tactical side of him says get the fuck out you don't know what will happen, but the hedonist says fuck that you need this, because you're miserable and lonely.]