The hospital was much more cheerful during the day. Despite the yellow paint and the constant, lingering scent of bleach, Aaron found that he didn’t hate it quite as much as usual. He just felt grateful it was here at all.
“Are you sure it’s okay if I come?” Molly asked, tucking her hands in both pockets.
“Sure,” Carter said, through a mouthful of energy bar, “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Molly only shrugged, watching the cheap vinyl tile as they walked down the hallway. “I just didn’t know if Brennan would want me there. I mean, I’m not really—we’re not really—”
“You can ask him when we get there if you want,” Aaron said. “But as far as I’m concerned, we’re over all that.”