"Say that a lot lately?" Marcus asked, quirking an eyebrow in Blue's direction. Lex almost choked again, but managed to fight it down to a strangled cough. Considering himself somewhat of a benevolent and gracious brother, he changed the subject. "So, I went back to the school. Mostly for the cafeteria-" He pulled his backpack into his lap and unzipped it, holding it open for Blue to choose something first. "-but I went and took a quick peek at some of your notes."<br/><br/>"Did you now?" Lex inquired, bracing himself for another argument.<br/><br/>Marcus hummed, pulling out a pack of dried apple crisps out of the bag when Blue was done with it. He tossed it into Lex's lap. "So transgenic types are universal donors right? Type O or whatever?"<br/><br/>Lex felt over the small bag in his lap, turning it either right side up or upside down and pulling it open. It smelled... Crisp. He cautiously retrieved something hard and dry, giving it a sniff test before he decided it smelled okay. He was delighted that it was an apple slice and not something horrible Marcus was trying to feed him. "O-negative, yes," he confirmed between bites. These chips were actually pretty good. "Why?"<br/><br/>"Ever think about taking Dicen's eyes?" Marcus asked, digging around the bag for something for himself.<br/><br/>Lex snorted. His brother was the king of subtlety. "There's a lot more to it than just being a match type. For one, I don't have a surgeon. Why?"<br/><br/>Marcus shrugged, more for Blue than Lex. He swung his leg off the side of the bed as he pulled open a packet of jerky. "Just trying to make conversation. Figured you guys didn't want to talk about how I caught you almost-fucking."