Marcus quirked an eyebrow at Blue's pointed silence. He knew he'd just heard obscure chatter from his unintentional eavesdropping from the shower. So she was deliberately giving him the silent treatment. At least she seemed to be on board with the idea, if her charades of tying her shoes and grabbing her bag were anything to go by. Now, there was the issue of the loaf.<br/><br/>“Get up,” Marcus instructed his brother, though there was no backbone to his words. He trodded his way to Lex’s bed, patting his leg so he would know that someone was next to him. Marcus picked up the well-worn sneakers, placing them on the floor by the bed. “Unless you just want to lay in bed all day while Blue and I ruin years of high-clearance confidentiality by ourselves.”<br/><br/>Lex sat up, definitely not because Marcus told him to, and pushed his blankets down to the foot of the bed. He smirked in spite of himself at his brother’s misguided confidence that Blue would be going anywhere alone with him for a while. And it was probably for the best, too, for Marcus’ own safety. “You never did waste much time waking up,” he grimaced. How on earth he was related to such a morning person was beyond him. Lex felt along the floor until his feet hit his shoes and he made quick work of pulling them on. Despite his hatred for all things that come before at least midday, he was also eager to get to the tower. A hand closed around his wrist, and it was far too calloused to be Blue’s. Lex supposed he should have at least been grateful that his brother had stopped outright hating him for the moment.