Lex hummed softly at Blue's explanation, silently prepping himself for another deep drink. "I don't know," he admitted before throwing back another drink. As if somehow more alcohol would clarify his feelings for him. "That you had to see me like that, I guess. That wasn't my proudest moment." His head was already light from the excitement, and the quickly increasing blood-alcohol level wasn't helping. He could've probably drank the bottle until he died of alcohol poisoning, if he'd had his way. He supposed it was less sad, this way. Having someone with him would stop him from drowning in liquor. There was nothing cute about a grown man picking fights and then drinking himself into a stupor alone.<br/><br/>"Besides," Lex continued, offering the bottle back to Blue. "That's what you do when someone's mad at you, right? I mean, this is the first time you've spoken to me since they found us." He had to bite his tongue there, before he continued on into some catty tangent about how she'd been ignoring him. He thought better of it though, and had to ground himself into remembering that this was supposed to be him apologizing, not her.