“No, no,” Lex insisted, a single hand shooting out from under his blanket to wave away her apology. If they were going to be sticking around each other, they might as well get on a base level of familiarity. Blue sounded almost content as she recollected a picture of her family for him; her fondness for her mother was so evident. Lex briefly wondered in the back of his mind what happened to her. Blue talked about her father in the present-tense, but her mother… “What are you interested in then? I mean, if not academia. I could see you as being the girl that took art class way too seriously in school.”<br/><br/>Lex was nothing if not horrible at art. Which didn’t matter much at this point, he supposed. Marcus was the artist between the two of them, always sketching out designs for machines that he wanted to build but couldn’t afford to. Lex was at least good enough to draw semi-recognizable diagrams in his notes. Ever since he was a kid, Lex had always been inclined to the maths and sciences. It was just something that came naturally to him; he supposed he had his father to thank for that. But he wasn’t thanking that fucker for anything. Hmph.