Lex snorted at something small and plastic hit him in the face and fell next to his head. He felt around for it as he talked. “Yeah, Marcus is generally pretty good at that. He means well, most of the time, but he can be an asshole,” he admitted, making a small murmur of delight when he finally found whatever it was that hit him. A bottle cap, he deduced pretty quickly. He turned it over in his hands. “You're not getting this back, you know. Finders, keepers.”<br/><br/>She was laughing again, that was certainly a good sign. At least she wasn't one to stay mad, though there weren't many people that he just allowed to be mad at him. Not that he'd ever physically shake them and incoherently screech at them until they weren't mad, though he can't say he'd never thought about it when he and Jenessa were together. No, his form of not letting people be short with him came in the way of humor. Usually of a dry and self-deprecating quality, which made some people vaguely uncomfortable because they weren't really sure if they were supposed to laugh at disability jokes. Thankfully, Blue had a pretty colorful sense of humor.<br/><br/>“The best thing you can do to combat Marcus is just to let it roll off your shoulders.” He paused, remembering the countless times that he'd made his brother mad in years past. At one point, Lex had just taken to reading his medical texts aloud over the sound of Marcus’ voice whenever the two would start bickering. It was a clever way to annoy his brother and study at the same time. Two birds, one annoying stone.