"Your eyes," Dicen pointed out. His voice sounded horribly raspy, like he was dying for water.<br/><br/>Lex just smiled and shook his head; they would talk about it another time. Carefully, and with his sleeve covering his hand, he slid his arm under Dicen's back. "Here, can you sit up for me?" he asked, moving to help but wanting Dicen to try and do the majority of the work himself. It took a bit, but he finally managed to make it upright. Lex felt his arms and his legs. His muscles had atrophied quite a lot during his time in suspended animation, and his bare skin was frozen to the touch. "How are you feeling, Dice?"<br/><br/>"I'm cold," the Realian admitted, drawing his knees to his chest and curling around himself.<br/><br/>Lex hummed in approval, wiping his hands off on the legs of his jeans after he was through with the basest of examinations. "That's to be expected, I suppose," he started, pushing himself off of the floor and holding down a hand to help Dicen up. It was taken willingly, and Lex had to steady himself when Dicen's legs almost collapsed from under him as he stood. It hurt Lex to know that he was so weak, but he knew that it wouldn't be for long. Just like with his organs, Dicen's muscles would regenerate quickly, and that's something that he could at least be grateful for. "You've been asleep for a really, really long time. That's.. that's entirely my fault, and I'm sorry. But I'm here now, and you remember when I used to talk about my little brother?"<br/><br/>"Marcus."<br/><br/>Lex nodded eagerly, his lips twitching upward into a half-smile. "Yeah. Marcus. He's with me too, and a friend of mine. Blue. Hey, hey, hey," he stammered when Dicen started to fall against him. Lex held him upright for a second before wrapping on arm around his waist and slowly lowering to the ground. He let Dicen lay back, much to the other's relief, as he considered what to do. He finally called out to his brother. "Marcus. I need you to run and grab some clothes out of your bag. And some towels. And some shoes if you can find them."<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">My</span>bag?" Marcus asked, apprehensive of a Realian wearing his clothes. "Why mine?"<br/><br/>Lex was about to ask why it fucking mattered, but he knew too well that he'd receive an answer that Dicen didn't need to hear. "Because you're smaller than I am, and I asked you to."