At Blue's informing him that his ring was, for better or for worse, gone, Lex felt an immense weight lift off of his shoulders. And then, just as he was enjoying the respite, all of that weight seemed to hit him squarely in the chest. “No,” he replied, almost too quickly, to her question. He couldn't resent her for something that he asked her to do. However, whether or not he'd resent himself when the alcohol left his system remained to be seen. And if he did, he'd no one to blame but himself.<br/><br/>“I guess now we go find some chairs,” Lex supposed. The blanket fort did sound fun, but he was suddenly more interested in returning to drown himself in whiskey. He moved despite his words, scooting himself back to sit atop the wood desk, hands sliding out behind him for balance. It felt weird, like he was actually, physically throwing his marriage away. Though, he supposed that Jenessa had already done quite a good job of that without his help. This was just him getting the last incredibly bittersweet laugh.<br/><br/>“So,” he started after a second, laughing quietly to himself at the irony. “I guess that's as close to a divorce as I can get.”