WHO: Molly Hayes and Ahsoka Tano WHAT: Confronting soft, squishy, girly emotions WHEN: About a week ago? We suck. WHERE: X-Factor WARNINGS: Probably none.
Molly didn't know why she'd brought up her dreams to Ahsoka again. Maybe it was just because Ahsoka had mentioned that she was still having them. Rahne was, of course, completely useless, and she didn't have the same relationship with anyone that Ahsoka had with Anakin, so she had no one else to turn to. After a bit, her inbox flashed at her with Ahsoka's response. "Finally."
Just to clarify, your dreams are about me, right?
She let out a little squeal and jumped away from her computer like it was on fire. The answer was yes, constantly, almost without exception, but she couldn't say that. Put her against a Sentinel, she was fine. Make her talk about this kind of stuff, Molly got awkward and weird. And again, she was faced with the fact that she had nowhere to go. Ahsoka lived with her; she couldn't very well just hope not to see her for a while.
So maybe it was that train of thought that led her to crawl under the bed. It wasn't hiding, per se. She clung to that illusion. She just needed a second to think, without the glare of the monitor challenging her to say something in response, without the presence that Ahsoka left behind in the room. A minute passed, then two, and it seemed like no time at all before half an hour had gone by without any obvious solution presenting itself.
Her sleepiness wasn't helping any. Molly tried to fight it, since more dreams would not help things, but she was tired, and her body overwhelmed her.