Lee thinks he's so cute when he's affectionate like this, even though she knows it's from stress — she still likes it when he moves closer to her, sends a signal to the entire room that they're together. It's the wall it puts up between them and other people, the same one that keeps random men from harassing her. It's nice to have a little slice of privacy even in a crowded room.
She kisses the top of his head and runs her fingers through his hair. “I won't leave you alone again. We'll go home after and eat crackers.” (And she'll get crumbs everywhere in the bed again.)
“No, she was not!” Tzipporah squawks indignantly. “I would never kill anyone. I've never even punched anyone. Not in my life. Okay, one time I swatted a spider, I'm sorry, I thought it was a black widow. She absolutely would! I said nice girls, Clair. And you,” she says, swinging around to point at Lee, “need to show us your dress.”