Michael's face twists up, then partially straightens out, then repeats the pattern a few times. His breath feels like it's being yanked out of him. He clings to Lee like he's going to drown.
For a few minutes, he has to let it ripple through him. He can't think about making words, everything feels too awful. Lee's body is all that's decent, and he thanks God for it when the thought occurs.
Eventually he starts to calm down. A crumpled emptiness settles inside him where all his organs had been shoving hotly around moments before.