That makes sense; she can understand why it would be awkward for him to keep going to the same synagogue his father is still going to. He shouldn't have to stop, but if it were Lee, she wouldn't be able to endure what would follow. She doesn't blame him.
"You should." At the very least he should speak to someone other than her. Lee doesn't mind talking to him about anything but she's only one person with one perspective, and she's not sure how to go about tackling some issues, she is afraid she might say or do the wrong thing and hurt him. (She thinks sometimes about bringing it up, but —)
Lee takes off her glasses and leans forward to put them and her book on the table, then leans against him again, her head on his shoulder, forehead to his neck. "Did you like him?"