Lee turns to look at Connor beside him on the bed, lithe like a cat, content. If nothing else, he’s given Connor some peace tonight. He’s not going to ruin that by asking for things he knows Connor would rather not give him. He’s not prepared to tackle anything else on his list tonight, not logistically, though he has a feeling this might be his last shot.

“I’m in my head a little,” he tells Connor, being honest. “Help me get out of it?"