"Oh no, you've figured me out," Lex joked as they climbed. He could understand the cause for concern, but he wasn't nearly that melodramatic. However, there was nothing wrong with good old-fashioned suicide jokes. More part of his self-deprecating humor. “Yeah, figured we'd just die together. You're telling me that you're not down for that?”<br/><br/>When they arrived at the desk, Lex brushed his fingers along it to guide himself around to stand next to the chair. The sunlight came through from somewhere, and he basked in it as it hit his face. It was warm, though he knew it was bitterly cold outside. But, as he breathed in his resolution, he decided that cold didn't matter. Today was a good day to finally rid himself of his small, heavy burden.<br/><br/>Lex's hand shot to his pocket, searching for the wedding band he'd carried with him. He found it, and while he was in his pocket, he slipped it on his finger. Just for good measure, so he would remember the feeling, but he quickly removed it. He held it up for Blue to see. "I want you to throw this out the window. As hard as you want, wherever you want to aim."