Lex snickered to himself at her eagerness to rip open her bag of crisps, though he didn't waste much time in opening his, either. "Sergeant Asshole, huh?" he mused, dropping a few small chips into his mouth. "That's a really fitting nickname, actually. Sergeant Asshole and the Slutty Nurse. Pretty sure I've seen that movie before." He was joking, of course, but it probably existed in like eighty different varieties of pornography. Shoving that thought<span style="font-style: italic">immediately</span>to the back of his mind, he instead moved on to the more important topic at hand.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I do feel kind of shitty for bailing on him before I got to see what a colorful potato he is," he sighed. The fact that Marcus was looking for him was almost enough to guilt him into coming out of hiding. Almost. "He'll be able to survive another day without me, I'm sure. And besides, the longer I wait to see him, the more of him I'll be able to see. If that makes any sense. He was so little the last time that I saw him. I don't just want to see a half-assed smudge of color. I<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to see my brother, in all of his asshole-ish glory."<br/><br/>And on an unspoken note, he really wasn't looking forward to his first check-in with Dicen. He was looking forward to seeing Dicen, of course, but not in a doctor-patient scenario where Lex was on the receiving end of medical scrutiny. There was no way to tell how much the gas bubbles in his eyes had moved, if they had at all, or how well his retinas were healing. Images were only getting sharper, which was good, but Lex hadn't exactly been that careful about positioning his head so that the bubbles didn't move. Which, it didn't matter too much if they<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>move; Dicen had said that he could go in again if he needed to. But if he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>need to, Lex knew that he would receive the talk of how Dicen wasn't mad, just disappointed.