He does know. Michael remains completely certain of Lee’s love and honesty even when everything else around them seems unreliable. At times like this, he wishes she really could read his mind. It would be the clearest proof, the most thorough way to show her what she needs to know.
Instead, he closes the gap between them and kisses her firmly on the mouth. It’s not overly sexual; it’s a communication, a reassurance. He’s here. She’s here. They’re both safe tonight. Even if they weren’t, he wouldn’t leave. Someone made it to the moon. God is still here, right here between them.
After a time, he eases back, their foreheads still touching. His brows are drawn together, crinkled up against hers. “I love you,” he says. “I love you, too, Lee.”