"Yeah, just don't forget who started it," he threw back, snickering to himself. At her promise, Lex decided he'd just have to trust her word, rising to his feet and untwisting his towel. It was fucking frigid, he seduced as soon as his skin was exposed to the air. He'd never pulled on pants that quickly in his life. His towel, he haphazardly dumped onto the pile of his wet clothes, but his hand hovered there for a moment before delving in and singling out his jeans. He rifled through the pockets until he found what he was searching for. He frowned; it was still there. Fingers closed around his wedding band protectively, retrieving it and replacing it in the pocket of the pants he'd changed into before throwing himself back on the bed. "I'm about as decent as I'm going to get, I suppose."<br/><br/>The blankets bunched up at the foot of the bed as Lex kicked them down and out from under him like some sort of reprobate instead of just standing and pulling the covers back. Once they were no longer trapped beneath him, he pulled then up to his chest, crossing his arms loosely over his middle. It felt nice to just lay down.<br/><br/>Now that there was nothing to do, there was no buffer to stop his thoughts from wandering back to Termina. He wondered who else had made it out, and who he had lost. Or else, who had just vanished, like his mother. He frowned. They didn't even know where to begin to look for her. If the Realians had taken her, where did they go? Was it even them that took her? All questions pointed to answers that Lex was sure lie buried somewhere beneath his nose, in this facility. He just couldn't shake the disbelief that he was where he needed to be to start looking for his mother.