True, they don't get as much time as they used to, and even before it was a struggle sometimes, him working, her trying to work. Lee thinks a lot about quitting entirely. It's not like they'd be hurting from the lack of income considering she barely brings anything in at all — on the off chance she gets paid, it's usually ‘in trade,’ because nobody thinks what she does is work — and she could wait up for him on those days he's at the office all night. There are days she doesn't even see him, he's gone before she wakes up and he doesn't come back until she's already asleep again. It would be a relief, too, to cut out all the guilt she feels when she oversleeps, when she's too tired, too frightened, when she can't remember dates and times and shows up late or not at all and everyone's mad at her.
He'd probably hate it if he knew she wanted to quit her job for the sake of their, or any, relationship — Lee is getting enough crap from everyone she knows about ‘selling out’ — but Lee never wanted to do that anyway. She'd rather be some guy's girlfriend than some guy's muse.
Lee kisses along his cheek and jaw, then down his neck, tracing the sinew there. “Well, I'm not coming to the office.” Well, she pops by fairly often but he knows exactly what she means. This isn't even a real argument, it's an entirely fake one, though Lee still keeps the hope alive that she might phone sex him at work someday. (The last time he asked 'what are you wearing' she said 'nothing' and hung up, because she's cruel.) She's still moving steadily downward, from neck to collarbone.