He makes a weird little smile when she nips him; he likes it, a lot. It makes him feel goofy. “Yeah,” he says, “okay,” and puts a small kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Maybe he won't go out tonight. Maybe he'll be able to contain all of this within the walls of his apartment, knowing that tomorrow Lee will open the door and let all the bad things out again. Maybe he can even try to sleep for a while, drawing on the memory of the past hour.