"Are you saying you don't feel sorry for me?" he teased, but nevertheless took the blanket that had been launched at him. It was much, much warmer than the towel by itself. His skin had almost completely dried, but his hair was still wet and horrendously cold. He pulled the blanket about his shoulders, pulling it together tightly in front of him like a cape.<br/><br/>From somewhere behind him, the springs of a mattress protested a change in weight distribution. If Blue was laying down, she had the right idea. He'd been so awake before, but now Lex struggled to keep himself from falling to sleep where he sat. He supposed he still felt headhigh from Blue's provocations.<br/><br/>Fucking Marcus, being considerate and bringing them food and water at inopportune times. Lex sighed under his breath, deciding to lay down himself, at least until Marcus returned with something for him to change into.<br/><br/>Which wasn't soon enough, he'd decided after some long minutes. Eventually though, Marcus did return, bearing bags on both of his arms because two trips were for quitters. He dumped them all down on his bed and singled out the one he recognized as Lex's crisp black duffel bag. He set it on the bed, at the foot so as not to displace Lex at all, and stretched his arms above his head. "Now if you're done making me run errands, I'm going to take a shower." He didn't give neither Blue nor his brother a chance to ask him to do anything else though before he started heading toward the showers.