He remembers that day, after Russell was shot. He'd turned up at her apartment to find her covered in someone else's blood, reliving something she'd been trying so frakking hard to forget. Then, Lee hadn't wanted to press. If she was ever going to tell him about any of that, she'd do it in her own time. And if she changes her mind now, after saying that she wants to, he'll understand.

"Okay," Lee says, glancing down at her hands, twisting in her lap before he meets her eyes, "But only if you're sure."