Lex could appreciate the tenacity that Blue apparently had, but he was secretly a little triumphant that he successfully counter-ignored her. He only wished that his crimes had been as forgivable as stealing money. Maybe then he might sleep a little better at night.<br/><br/>“Your dad sounds like a piece of work,” he remarked, changing the subject before she could go back to not talking to him. She had briefly mentioned her father while they were stuck in the vents, and from what she said, she had about as deadbeat of a dad as he and Marcus did. He wasn’t sure if Blue was more or less fortunate than they were in the fact that her dad had at least been around. “So what happened there, if you don’t mind my asking?” He’d been pressing his luck since they’d gotten to the base, so he didn’t figure he should let up now. He was so close to being the really shitty guy that no one wanted to talk to; his lifelong dream!<br/><br/>In all seriousness, though, his own father had been the bane of his existence. He didn’t even have the excuse that his father had stolen anything from him. In fact, the man did nothing<span style="font-style: italic">but</span>provide. He spent weeks, sometimes months at a time on the base. Lex had been old enough to synthesize the information that his father was proactively spending time away from them, essentially abandoning them. However, Marcus had been so young when their father started spending time away from them, that the kid didn’t even know to miss him.