"As okay as I'm going to be, I suppose." Lex sighed, debating with himself on whether or not that was a lie. He really didn't even have the right to be salty about it. They'd already been separated for so long, and in the back of his mind he always had to wonder if Jenessa was even still alive. But knowing that she<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>alive, and with somebody else, tore at his insides in such a way that he imagined that was what it must be like to die. He'd known it for so long, but hearing her actually verbalize that she didn't love him had killed him. And he had no right to feel that way. "Thank you. I don't know when I would've been able to do that myself." If ever there was a<span style="font-style: italic">when</span>, anyway. Knowing himself and how pathetic he could be at times, he wouldn't have put it past himself to just carry it until he died.<br/><br/>His leg swung idly off the edge of the desk, not too surprised when it hit something that rolled away from him. Where there was a desk, there was a chair, he supposed. He scooted himself closer to the edge, reaching his leg out so he could hook a foot around the base of the chair and pull it forward. His fingers had hit a button or two on the radio that he'd just realized was behind him. They clicked, but didn't seem to do anything. "Well, there's one, I suppose. How big is our little domicile, anyway? We probably don't need too many-"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">-lex?</span>" Lex hummed at the sudden interruption, turning his head toward where he knew Blue sat next to him. That hadn't sounded like it'd come from that direction though, and certainly not so close. It almost sounded like it came from the- "<span style="font-style: italic">Alex.</span>" He all but threw himself from the desk, stumbling over the legs of the chair but managing somehow not to fall. He spun on his heel to face the desk, and the radio.<br/><br/>"Mom."