Forest was sitting safely on the bed when Lex stormed in, concerned. He was staring at the mess he’d made, though it didn’t seem as if he was going anywhere, frozen aside from him chewing the inside of his lip. His eyes snapped to Lex when he removed his shirt to kneel and clean up the mess, hand outstretched as if he might be able to stop him.<br/><br/>“Don’t,” he protested. “I’ll get a broom.”<br/><br/>He was too late, Lex already committed to the task. It only made him feel more guilty. Someone cleaning a mess after he threw a temper tantrum. He wasn’t a damn child anymore. He needed to act right. For the time being he wallowed in his shame as Lex crawled around his floor before picking the frame back up and joining him on the bed.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry,” he apologized. It was full of remorse and sincerity. He could hardly look Lex in the face.<br/><br/>“You know when you were little.. how mad you got when you couldn’t do somethin’? I think that’s all it was. Me gettin’ frustrated and actin’ like a little boy again, only I know better. Should have known better.” He took the frame in his hand, studying it over his knees. “Actions have consequences. No place for it anymore and my father taught me better ‘an that.” The photo was one of him and his family. “Don’t think I was much older than nine in this picture. I’ll have to rehang it.” He set it aside, on the dresser face up.<br/><br/>“I need to get out of the bedroom. Walk around a little. Make myself useful. You willin’ to help me outside?” Between the boot on the other side of the room and him expressing his desire he figured Lex could gather what he’d been trying to do. Just too soon to attempt by himself, though it didn’t seem as if he was too proud to ask for a little help that morning.