Well that was a cop-out answer if Marcus had ever heard one. "Okay, yeah, but resting where?" he pressed as he fell in line with her steps. He couldn't help but feel a little miffed at how Lex just locked himself away without even so much as seeing his brother first. The antisocial prick probably didn't even register how big a deal getting his sight back was, and that of course Marcus would want to see him after surgery. Instead, the elder of the two spent his day locked away with a girl he'd just met a few days ago. It was almost enough to make a snide comment about, but he had better self control than that. Most of the time, anyway.<br/><br/>Instead, he busied himself with helping to collect snacks. The thought was that if he helped, he might be able to guilt trip Blue into letting him tag along to whatever secret cove they'd hidden themselves away in. Russell didn't even spare them so much as a sideways glance, so Marcus just picked up what all he could carry. He'd have probably done the same even if Russell had said something, but Marcus was sure glad he didn't.<br/><br/>"So how's his sight coming along?" It was a question that probably should have been asked to Lex himself but the asshole was actively avoiding people. He had to know, though, because the curiosity had been eating away at him little by little. Lex had been such a capable man in his heyday, with nothing but opportunities ahead of him. Until his sight was gone, and then it was just an awful mix of depression and alcohol. Marcus had to admit, even if Lex wouldn't, that he was so fucking excited for him to be able to see again.