Lee kisses the crown of his head again, squeezes his shoulder briefly. The air feels heavy. The room is bright and stuffy-warm from the midday sun. When she closes her eyes there's a red sheen behind them.
"I love you," she murmurs. It's important to her that he knows that. That it's true and that it's not conditional, not on him doing a certain thing or being a certain thing. She doesn't know what she'd do if he fell apart, but she knows how frighteningly possible that is.