"Okay, I guess I can kind of see your point when you put it that way," Lex laughed, shaking his head as they climbed the steps that he still couldn't really see. "But seriously, we keep people alive and have bad handwriting. We're wonderful people, but you wouldn't know anything about that since you never went."<br/><br/>Their little private abode was thankfully much, much warmer than the stairwell, and Lex was more than eager to throw himself to the blankets and kick his shoes off. The fireplace clicked and rushed to life, and once Blue was settled, she lay down to rest beside him. He caught movement out of his periphery, which was new and exciting in itself, and his head lulled to the side to look back at her. Or what he could make out of her, anyway. The question threw him for a loop; he honestly had already forgotten about his cheeky comment about her being pregnant and dying. "No, I absolutely do not think you're dying," he assured her, though he wasn't sure how convincing that was through his snickering. Though, his smile faltered at the edges, and he looked back up to the ceiling. "Pregnancy is the bigger concern, I think."<br/><br/>The thought hadn't scared him until he said it out loud, but now he was borderline mortified. He should have had the foresight or the frame of mind to pull out, and he hadn't. Six years was such a long time; once the clothes came off, there wasn't a lot of thought process going on where Lex was concerned. He didn't even want to consider the possibility that it would bite him in the ass. "I'm sure you're not," he said at last, turning his head to look at her again. He didn't know which of them he was trying to convince more. True to his nature, he turned it around in his dry humor. "It'd be nice if the military stiffs kept condoms around the base. You know, for all the times they fucked over the masses."