[ He pats Molly on the head between his horns, rests another hand on his shoulder to give a squeeze. ]

Nobody expects you to be an asshole. Nobody expects anything, they're over the moon to have you back because that's all that really matters to them. They missed you, not the performance of a man.

[ Molly's hair is soft, he absently notes as green fingers weave through the waves, smoothing them down in vain. ]

I missed you, you idiot.