“Can I just redact and say I worked at the infirmary?” Lex asked in an attempt to laugh it off. The more he dodged the question, the more unsettled Marcus became.“Besides, I worked with<span style="font-style: italic">dad.</span>You don’t really want me to sit here and tell you about how godawful he was to work with.”<br/><br/>Well, he had a point. “Yeah, I guess it was easier for me. He was just never home, so I didn’t have to deal with it.” Marcus hadn’t considered how odd it must have felt. Their father didn’t deem them worthy enough to come home to, but Lex still had to see him at work. He’d always known that it was the case; Lex made it no secret when he came home upset day after day that their father had caused it. He was always careful not to explicitly say what happened, though. Operational security, indeed.<br/><br/>A few seconds passed by them, and it was much more awkward and tangible than the comfortable silence that the brothers were using to sharing. Marcus had struck a nerve. Lex was the first to speak. “...We could’ve given her a com device,” he remembered.<br/><br/>“It might’ve made things easier, yeah,” Marcus agreed, hoping that she wouldn’t have the need for one. Call it a slip-up on his part. They’d have to see if there was a salvageable one around here.