“You can’t just ignore me forever,” Lex challenged her. He didn’t see why she couldn’t, theoretically. Jenessa had been quite good at it, too, after all. However, if she had any plans on staying around, it was going to be really awkward existing around each other if they were only talking to Marcus. And that wasn’t even saying anything about their rate of survivability. He pinched the bridge of his nose to try and stave off a steadily-forming migraine, and his rising agitation. Fuck it, he decided at once. “Fine, be a brat if you want to.”<br/><br/>Lex sat up on the bed long enough to take his shoes off and discard them on top of the crate at the foot of his bed. The blankets weren’t very warm, he realized as he slid under them. And they<span style="font-style: italic">itched</span>something fierce. No wonder everyone in a military uniform always looked so miserable when he came to work. Either that, or he was just in a mood to complain now that he was thrown on the defensive. Pulling the awful blanket up to his chin, Lex let his head lull to the side. He doubted that he was going to get any sleep, but at least he could get comfortable.