Michael helps her with it until she’s free, thinking maybe she’d just gotten that look because she’d been uncomfortable, but her distant expression remains even once the coat is discarded. This has happened before—to both of them, at different times, in different ways—but it’s never something that can just be ignored while one’s in bed, no matter how many times one sees it.
He touches her face to get her attention. “Hey,” he says. “I love you, you know?”