He can feel her smiling into his hair. She says it a lot — all she could think about during that terrible weekend in June was what if she died and never saw him again and that wasn't the last thing she said to him? So now Lee says it all the time. She could drop dead at any minute. They could finally come for her in the night. You never know.
“I know. I know.” She squeezes her legs around him, a gentle pressure. “I love you too. Like a lot. It's kind of crazy.”
Lee can't tell if they're codependent or if they're just that one couple who's going to be together until they're 90 and nobody is going to understand how. Like her parents; madly in love, every bit as they were when they first met. That's probably the most romantic story she knows. That would be nice, having that. If only she could get her brain to cooperate.