[Molly wants to curl up and die underneath this table. Look at this bitch?? This caring, compassionate wizard, so full of life and joy AND NOT DEAD BEHIND THE EYES. Is he supposed to fix this by saying my friend, your life is actually shit and you're a ball of anxiety all the time, and you really need to get back to that, because I am freaking out a bit.

He exhales. He can't do it. That's cruel and if he sits here, he's going to do it, accidentally or, even worse, get attached to this version of Caleb. He pushes the chair back and stands, leaning heavily on his palms where they're flat on the table.] That's amazing. I'm glad to know some things never changed... And, y'know what? I think I'm just gonna... Go. You seem to have everything in order and I'm a lot to look at. [And this marks the first time Caleb has ever made Molly short-circuit and not even in the fun way. Just the deeply scared and not wanting to be the arsehole who puts a fracture in Caleb's happiness.] ...Bye.

[He's just gonna back out towards the door. Maybe he shouldn't expose his back. Maybe that's how the town gets you. One swift kick to the arse and you're convinced you have stores and happy lives that don't make any sense.

Maybe there's a tree he can hit his head against nearby...]