I will not ask you how you are. Promise.

[Not today at least. Not when he is very obviously not okay.

The cookies and booze are left on whatever flat surface is nearby, within arm's reach if Molly decides he wants some. Then Luca is going to sit on the edge of the bed.]

I'm not so good with words anyway, so I was thinking I could offer a more physical comfort?

[He's holding a hairbrush when he says that too, he's not talking horny right now. Let him pamper you, Molly.]