"I'm fine, Lis. Ironically, I just gotta live with it." Not something that people usually had to do with their own deaths, but in this place Leonard knew that he was far from the only one. He wished he could say something to offer more comfort, but he had never been all that good at that part, at least in his own esteem. So all he could do is hold her, fingers buried in her hair gently massaging her scalp as he kept her close against him. "Sounds like a plan. Mick tends to be at least a few drinks ahead of everyone these days."

Which was a worry for another day, but what was he supposed to do? Tell him not to drown his sorrows in alcohol and food? Whatever coping method worked.