Having Lee's hands on him, messing with his clothes, is calming. Whenever they're together and he's dressed, her fingers always find their way to his tie, his collar, his buttons, his cuffs, even his pockets and socks and shoelaces if the opportunity arises. It drives them both nuts because he's wriggled halfway out of looking nice in five minutes. But the routine is good. The touching is good. Her cold skin doesn't bother him. He's used to it.
“No, Stan's okay,” Michael says, because it's true. Stan watches out for him more than most people. Sometimes Michael thinks he might even worry, which is strange and inexplicable. In order to worry, you have to care.
“He's just a jerk.” Also undeniably true. “I don't know what he's talking about anyway, I'm amazing.”