Lex all but dumped himself into the sofa, suddenly exhausted now that the adrenaline was starting to fade away. His head lulled back to rest on the tops of the cushions as he felt the sofa shift slightly. Blue had sat beside him, willingly, and even initiated conversation. The scent of spice wafted over from where Blue sat next to him, and Lex quirked an eyebrow. At her instruction, Lex raised his hand, fingers searching until they made contact with a decorated glass bottle. His fingers brushed against hers as he took the bottle by the neck and held it to his lips, getting used to the scent of it and bracing himself. When the bottle tipped back, liquid fire ran across his tongue and down his throat, finally settling in his chest and stomach. It burned, but it was a smooth burn; one that Lex was fond of and remembered vividly from his first few months after Jenessa left him. He took another, deeper drink before he handed the bottle back to Blue.<br/><br/>"i'm sorry," he apologized, cradling his head in his hands as he slouched forward to support his weight on his knees. He couldn't have told her exactly what it was that he was sorry for, given that there were a few situations that called for one. He was so unused to apologizing that even the words sounded foreign on his tongue. Though, he supposed that could just be the alcohol. "Where did you get that, anyway? What even is that, whiskey?"