"Yeah, I... yeah." His head lolls to one side so he can look at her, can take in how her grin has changed and how subtly different her skin feels while his whole body is still humming with the explosive force of his release.

For half a second he's tempted to ask how she got so fucking good at that. But he knows the answer--as with any skill, one gets good by practicing--and some small part of his psyche that's dedicated to not ruining good moments immediately and smoothly diverts his train of thought away from a track that might take him back to Jim from IT.

So his mind is blissfully clear, for the moment, of everything but Molly and the incredible thing she's just done with her mouth.

"Just. One minute."