Mason's eyes were burning into him as he stood there on the steps, clothes hanging off his hips like a little boy who had sneaked into his big brother's closet. Though Lex was taller than Wallis, the tattooed man was much thicker, leaving Lex to bunch the bunch the waistline of Wallis' jeans just to keep them from slipping down and exposing the cleft of his ass.<br/><br/>"Oh, bugger off, Mason," Lex shot back lethargically. The model had been able to catch a few hours while tucked up against Wallis, but it catering to two men that night had left him sore and exhausted with zero desire to play into Mason's little game of insults. It seemed some god had mercy on poor Lex that morning, as Mason abandoned him soon after. Lex sighed, relieved, slowly climbing back to his own bedroom, his own clothes. Maybe he could get away with a couple more winks before anyone would require something of him.<br/><br/>His hand was on the doorknob when he heard a loud crash and the high-pitched screech of breaking glass. His head snapped in the direction of Forest's room, heart pounding. "Forest?!" he called, forgetting his exhaustion as he sprinted down the hallway, sliding to a halt in front of the farmer's door and opening it without a loud<i>smash </i>as it swung against the opposite wall. "Forest, are you all right?" he gasped, eyes hopping back and forth between the seated man and the mess on the floor. An overturned boot and a shattered picture frame. "Oh, darling, what happened?" Lex asked, frowning. "Don't move, all right? Stay there. Don't need you getting carved up like a Christmas turkey."<br/><br/>Lex removed his oversized shirt, slowly kneeling down by the pile of broken glass. "You have a rubbish bin?" he inquired, carefully plucking the pieces of glass from the floor, hand wrapped up in Wallis' t-shirt. "Ah, never mind, here we are." A small waste basket was tucked up against the wall next to the dresser. Lex eased his way over to it on his knees, moving meticulously, and deposited the glass. "There we are, all better." When finished, he collected the broken frame and photograph, carrying it over to Forest and sitting down beside him.<br/><br/>"Are you going to tell me what's going on? Don't want to have to force it out of you, do I?"