"I was never very good at taking orders," Molly said, somewhat flippantly. She probably shouldn't try to make light of things, given that he was drinking. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he'd figured out.
"I told you I don't think you should be alone. I meant it." She slid onto the stool next to him. She didn't care if he didn't say anything, she wasn't going to leave him there alone.