Lee has not had a lot of opportunities to feel small or fragile — boys don't experience that, generally speaking, and after she left home and grew her hair out she spent most of her time working her fingers to the bone. She avoided men once she figured out why they were being aggressively nice to her. Even after meeting Michael she is not quite able to shake how monstrous she feels in comparison to everyone else, whom she towers over. This is new and she likes it.
Her one hand settles on his chest, under the jacket, her chilly fingers tangible through his shirt, but her hand starts to slide up the way it usually does over his neck and into his hair. "Mm?"