"Yeah, I know. You and Ben do a pretty good job of keeping me fed."

He takes the cartoons, settling them into his lap, but he doesn't open them just yet. Instead, Lee shifts and leans back a little into his chair, waiting for to make sure that Carley is seated comfortably before he reaches his hand out. His eyes don't leave Clementine's face, but his palm is up, fingers open. A quiet request, maybe, and not one that's easy for him to make, but one that he has no reason not to anymore.