Oh no. Blue was leaving him to be alone with Marcus, leaving Lex open to... the talk. And also leaving him to be the only awkwardly half-naked one in the room. He listened to her bare feet hurrying away from him, and Marcus' boot-clad ones moving closer until they stopped somewhere directly in front of him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he listened to the archaic metal springs of the matress creak beneath a sudden weight. Marcus, he could safely assume, was sitting on the bed next to him. Staring at him. Scrutinizing him. In an attempt to draw attention away from his compromising position, he cleared his throat and broke the silence before his brother could. "So, stuff from the cafeteria? What kind of stuff, exactly?"<br/><br/>Marcus laid the bottles of water next to him on the bed, picking up one and reaching it out to bat Lex's knee. He watched every move carefully, waiting until his brother realized what was in his hands. A look of excitement washed over him - a different sort of excitement than he was getting with Blue, he imagined - and Lex tore off the cap. Marcus watched, waited, searching for the perfect moment. Lex finally brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it back. Now. The time was now.<br/><br/>"So did you fuck her?"<br/><br/>Lex choked on his water and he hit his chest a few times to help himself cough. "This water is fucking delicious," he dodged, taking another drink.