Michael doesn't know how to take that. He's starting to feel stupid and nervous. His fingers curl against Lee's thigh, and he hides his face in the crook of her neck.
“I'm sorry,” he says, sounding lost. Apologies from Michael are rare. He very much wants to rewind the last couple minutes and give himself the chance to act like a normal person. If he hates himself enough, maybe it will happen.
Lee is still warm and close against him. His arm is still around her. He closes his eyes.