Michael heaves a shaky sigh once free from the constricts of some of his outfit. With clumsy hands, he pulls his tie the rest of the way off and drops it on the floor, then fumbles the top two buttons of his shirt open. Obeying Lee's direction, he pulls his legs past her onto the bed and lies there, staying close to her. It's cold without her arms around him. It's bad, like he thought.
He reaches out, wraps his fingers around her wrist in a request. Even if his pride were ever something he thought about much with Lee, it's miles away from him now.