Kyle looks up, relieved that Molly still seems safe. He listens to her, frowning lightly, nor because he necessarily disagrees with her but because he's struggling to fully understand what she's getting at. For a smart guy, he can be awfully slow.

He looks at his ugly self, laying there and just breathing.

"I am mean, though," he says quietly. "To myself, yeah. Pretty fucking frequently, I guess. I think I'm pretty goddamn ugly and a huge fucking let down, to be honest. But I can also be pretty goddamn mean to other people. I can. If I think they deserve it, I can be downright vicious. But I try not to think about it, and instead just... hope everyone thinks I'm nice."

There is a click as another door opens.