Lee glances around the room. Of course they don't have any facial tissue, that's a practical product neither of them would think to buy. She looks in his nightstand, but there's nothing there either, and she's reluctant to get up and look for something else. He'll just have to use the sheets.
She climbs onto the bed instead and lays down behind him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into his hair. Or one of her arms goes around him, anyway, the other kind of pressed against his back, she's never sure what to do with her other arm like this. "Neshama," she says. "Whatever happens — or happened — I'm not going anywhere."