Lex hummed softly in response, waiting for a moment for her to continue with literally any follow up. But silence ensued as she said nothing else. He supposed that there was nothing inherently wrong with her being so quiet or succinct. Silence was his comfort, and his days with Jenessa even at the pinnacle of their marriage were often spent lying next to each other and reading in absolute quiet, but there was decidedly something that needed to happen to fill the void. And yet he still came up short. Damn his social ineptitude; how he ever managed to make friends was far beyond him.<br/><br/>It was unfortunate, because he honestly couldn't even blame it all on his lack of social prowess, though he was definitely lacking in that regard. No, the underlying question that burned him asked how he was supposed to even talk to her in the first place. Blue was, unarguably, a stranger. Survivors always tend to stick together, so Lex had met and carried on conversations with people whose names he didn't even know with more grace than he was showing at the moment. Then again, all of those strangers whose names went unmentioned weren't so flirtatious as to cause him a lapse in judgment like last night.<br/><br/>…A lapse in judgment. He hadn't considered it, but Lex supposed that was what it had been. Of course, Marcus had been so kind to point it out to him, but this was a revelation all his own. And there he was, losing himself in self-deprecating thoughts again.<br/><br/>Once more, he tried. “So you guys were up and about early.”