"There's even still more left in the cafeteria. This was just all I could carry with one bag," Marcus assured them, pushing himself to his feet and stretching out his muscles. He felt like he'd been running around all day. Mostly because he had, in fact, been running all day. He absently wondered who else from home still had the luxury of feeling exhausted. Shaking off the macabre, he patted his legs just to have something to do. "I guess I'll go grab that then. I'll take a short shower when I get back though. Be good, you heathens."<br/><br/>"Never," Lex assured him, eager for his brother to return with clothes for him to put on. Marcus was being suspiciously pleasant. Lex would have to remember to tell him to search for things like soap in the crates. Eventually, Lex felt a rush of cold air seep through the building as the door opened and closed once more. Lex blew hot air into his hands and rubbed them up and down his arms. After he was sure Marcus was gone, Lex finally let himself laugh at the situation. "'Or are you jealous?'" he joked.