She slides her arm across his chest, her hand resting on the curve of his shoulder. "I know." Lee wishes she could have told the difference. She usually can't. People tell her things and she just believes them because they all sound equally plausible to her. Who is she to say what's real? She hears birds and angels talking to her.
But it doesn't feel like a lie to her because he believed it.
"I don't understand about a lot of things. I wish it was real."