That idea, combined with the knowledge that Lee will stay, goes some way toward calming him. It starts to ease the horror of abruptly not recognizing himself, makes his skin feel a little more attached and less like it belongs to a pod-person. He is still Michael. Moreover, he is still Michael to Lee, which is most important because she knows him best. She can reconcile these two parts of him and see a whole, and he can put faith in that, even if he can't yet do it for himself. Even if both of them are strange and sometimes lost between worlds.
“Okay,” he says, taking it in. It's something to work toward accepting. He turns his face down toward her hand. “Okay.”