At the sound of Blue's voice, Lex's sigh was one of both defeat and relief. He didn't like being dependent for clarification on such mundane things, but he was beyond his element. "For the love of all that is holy,<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>," he asked her, holding out the bottles for her to straighten out. When she placed the actual shampoo bottle in his hand, he held it up and thanked her before he set to work washing his hair. It felt nice to wash the general grime away, in spite of how bad Blue alleged this stuff was for your hair.<br/><br/>When he felt Blue nudge her way into the cascade of water, Lex stepped aside. Not immediately though, making her push him out of the way slightly just so they had an excuse to brush against each other. “Are you nervous at all? About the procedure,” he clarified, making idle conversation while he plunged his hands into the stream of water to wash off the excess shampoo. It wasn't a loaded question by any means. In fact, it was one he asked quite often at the hospital, to everyone from new scrub nurses to experienced surgeons. Blue wouldn't be doing much in the way of the actual procedure, but a lot of weight was attached to how efficiently she was able to do what Jess and Dicen instructed her to do.<br/><br/>Lex was nervous too, if he was being honest with himself. He didn't even know what he was nervous about. It was just a retinopexy; they couldn't fuck up and kill him unless they were really, really trying. And it wasn't as if his vision was necessarily at stake. He could potentially lose his eyes completely if someone messed up horribly, sure, but he was already blind. He was nervous to actually see again, he supposed. He'd gotten so used to not being able to see that he'd adapted to it, until he was so much more perceptive than he had been before his head injury. There was no way of telling how throwing all sorts of sights back into the mix would affect his perception, and there was always the possibility of sensory overload. Or the surgery not fully fixing him, leaving him in a stage of blurred half-vision and dooming him to spend his days trying to guess which shapeless blob of color was which.