Lex threw his arms up, visibly exasperated. It wasn’t as if he could say anything to really defend himself; her accusations were fair. Misguided, in his opinion, but fair. His hands dragged backwards through his hair. His thoughts came out in a series of stutters because for the life of him he wasn’t sure how to make any of it sound okay. Because none of it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>okay. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he finally admitted.<br/><br/>Marcus threw a venomous look over his shoulder, in spite of the fact that he knew the other would never see it. Finally, the final cut was made and Marcus curled his fingers in the fencing, pulling back the panel that he’d cut out for her. “He didn’t talk about work,” Marcus countered immediately, conveniently leaving out that he’d at least known that Lex had worked somewhere on the base. He pointed to the white dome building, the rotunda-looking thing. “But that’s where we’re going next.”<br/><br/>“Where?” inquired almost immediately.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, another gesture that he knew Lex was oblivious to, Marcus began to walk back the short distance to his speeder. “Sorry, Lex. Operational security.”<br/><br/>“Oh, what the fuck, Marcus?”<br/><br/>When his speeder was hidden off of the road in some brush that was unfortunately scratching the paint, Marcus returned to his brother and grabbed him by the arm. It was time to see what his big brother did for a living.