His grip is loose for a moment—Lee’s touch is unexpected and he’s not sure what he should do or how long she might linger—but her hand stays in his despite his hesitation, and the connection feels so deep that he has to close his fingers around it. He’s silent a while longer, still breathing slowly, holding back the thing that’s attempting to choke him.
Sinclair has very few true friends. It’s clear to him now that Lee is one of them.