[ Molly. The green man keeps calling him that. Molly, Molly. He doesn't remember any connection to it, but at least it is a name. Something he can use.
There's soothing hands on him and a surprising kiss to his head, and even though 'Molly's' head is still a mess, he slowly realizes he was in the same bed with this person. Maybe he was safe. Molly is safe.
It eases the trembling a bit, even if it opens up a million new things that his head doesn't fully grasp. ]
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There's soothing hands on him and a surprising kiss to his head, and even though 'Molly's' head is still a mess, he slowly realizes he was in the same bed with this person. Maybe he was safe. Molly is safe.
It eases the trembling a bit, even if it opens up a million new things that his head doesn't fully grasp. ]
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