#molly threads.

"could you have pictured us like this back then, me perpetually single and you about to marry my brother? kind of funny, actually."

"do you think that well? 'cause i'm feeling like it didn't even go remotely well, so maybe you could lie to me, even if you don't?"

"can you just talk to me?" there seemed to be an invisible divide between them, a distance further than the physical as they tried to walk away from her. molly hated to plead, but she let herself do it in the hopes of getting some sort of explanation, some sort of understanding. "are you jealous? is that it?"

it was such a brief glimpse at first that molly wasn't even sure she'd seen her. one moment she was trying to relax after a long shift, still full beer in hand as she stared down at the bar top and the next she was noticing that familiar figure ducking out the door of the bar and passing the windows. they didn't register why she was leaving, if it was coincidence or if she'd caught sight of them, but they were out of their seat quickly, power walking to catch up with her after they shoved the door open. "hey!" she called out, her boots hitting the concrete hard as she caught up with her. "that episode you did on my brother was bullshit."

"sorry — i just didn't expect to see you while i'm sweaty and gross and an hour into my workout."