A rush of wind left Marcus as he exhaled, shaking his head. “I had… no fucking clue,” he admitted, astounded by what he was reading. He had no clue that this was going on under his nose. They’d shared a roof together. The thought made him ill. The journal closed with a snap, but he didn’t return it to the desk. He was keeping it with him; he was going to find out more about his brother if it killed him. At her inquiry, Marcus looked up at Blue,<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>looked at her for the first time since she’d accused Lex - accurately, as it turned out. “I don’t know.”<br/><br/>It hurt to admit, that he didn’t know what to do. “I don’t know,” he repeated to himself, his free hand idly shuffling through the papers on Lex’s desk. Did Jenessa know what he was doing? Did their<span style="font-style: italic">mother</span>know? Was this something that Lex kept only to himself and their father, or was there an elaborate ruse that everyone except Marcus knew about? He almost felt guilty about it, but the trust that he shared with Lex rested on unstable ground.<br/><br/>Lex leaned against the wall as he listened to his things be rifled through, listened to Blue and his brother talk about him as if he weren’t there. “We stay,” he offered as an idea. They already knew he worked there, so he could at least attest to the place’s safety. “You’re not going to find a much more secure facility. We at least stay until we have a better plan.”<br/><br/>“You’re not in a position to make decisions for us,” Marcus told him, though the more he thought about it, staying for a while sounded like a good idea.