It's a good kiss, one she leans into happily and when he rolls off her and pulls away, she thinks she might actually be prepared to tell him what's in the envelope. It means admitting she lied to him the first night they met when she told him both her parents had been dead. It's not impossible for her to pass it off as just not having known -- as had been the case with her father -- but she had lied about her mother. She had said she was dead when she'd known otherwise, but she thinks Les might understand her reasoning.

When he returns and hands her the t-shirt, she smiles and tugs it over her head, dragging her damp hair from the collar before moving up the bed a little to sit beside him. She isn't usually nervous, but now, faced with having to tell someone the truth for the first time in a very long time, she is.

"Thanks for the shirt," she says when he comments on missing his own closet. Then she tucks her legs under her and looks at him, her smile faint. "The first night we met, I told you my parents were dead and... that wasn't strictly the truth. I had no idea about my father, to be honest, I thought it was likely he had died, but I knew my mother was still alive. She had a problem with drugs and when I was two I was taken away from her, so as far as I was concerned, she was dead. She couldn't care for me when I needed her, so I wrote her off." She inclines her head in the direction they'd come from where the envelope lies somewhere on the floor. "I got her will in the mail today. She died three weeks ago."