Lex had to appreciate Blue's audacity. He'd always been quick to embarrass, ever since he was a child. He envied her extroverted tendencies. However, there was something inherently awkward about his brother explicitly knowing that he'd just gotten laid.<br/><br/>"Details are fine if you care to share," a smooth, much softer voice than Marcus' called back.<br/><br/>It was all smiles until the ex-wife was around. Lex only let himself falter momentarily, though. He wasn't about to let Jenessa get to him or his delightfully elated mood. What Blue had said upstairs came back to him, questioning about how low key they were keeping this. And, with a determination that he wasn't aware that he had, he answered her quite simply. "We fucked," he told her, quite matter-of-fact.<br/><br/>One could've heard a pin drop, the lobby had become so dead silent. Marcus was the first to break the silence, delightful bastard that he was. "Cool, well come sit down," he ordered them, patting the cushions of the couch next to him. The sofa was empty, save for him. Jenessa had wheeled over a computer chair, and Dicen sat cross-legged in front of her, looking politely at anywhere but Lex and Blue while Jenessa busied herself braiding his hair. "We were actually just talking about you, Lex."<br/><br/>"How quaint," Lex mused, his tone flat and monotonous as he was guided to the couch. He didn't even begin to want to know how his brother and his ex talked about him when he wasn't around. He had to even wonder when they became so friendly anyway. When the separation happened, Marcus had hated Jenessa much more deeply than Lex ever had. Things felt so oddly backwards.<br/><br/>Before Marcus or Jenessa could chime in with something inevitably crass or rude, respectively, Dicen interjected. The unexpected voice made Lex jump a bit in his seat. "It was about your eyes. About fixing them."