"Okay," she says. Lee straightens, knees slightly stiff — there's too much of her for that couch, when she stands it's like her head is going to hit the ceiling — and urges him to his feet, towards the bedroom, her hand holding his the whole time. It's not that far of a walk.
She sits him down on the bed and tugs off his jacket, loosens his tie, takes his shoes off for him. She sits next to him, wipes his face with the back of her hand. "They make you wear so much clothes," she murmurs. "I don't mind giving that up." Is it even possible to wear a tie without feeling mildly choked?