Lee's eyes widen. She turns around on her back, still laying down - she won't sit up for anything, too cold. All the warmth is down here in the mattress and sheets. She does put her hand on his leg, she has to keep touching him or she's afraid he'll leave, walk out the door or maybe float out through the ceiling. She is desperately insecure in a way she had been ignoring previously, and this is crowded in her head with all these other thoughts. She trusts that what other people tell her is real because she can't tell the difference on her own. Now what?