For Anatoly

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Totally forgetting what he'd been heading to the Compound for, Lex could only think to return to the hut after assuring Kon that he was fine. Or at least, outwardly he made it look like he was fine so the teenager would leave him alone so he could fall apart in peace. Even knowing it was an island trick, he couldn't get the thought of Clark dead in his grieving mother's arms with his blood on Lex's own hands.

He walked into the hut and didn't even look to see if Anatoly was there or not before sending everything on the dresser and center table to the floor with a sweep of his arms and a frustrated cry. He leaned against the now clear dresser, breathing heavily as he started to shake with fear and frustration from being unable to shake said fear.

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It took Lex a moment to realize the pain in his side was gone and a sick feeling started in the pit of his stomach as he looked back and saw not Molokov and Lionel in the door but a cloud hovering over their hut. A very familiar cloud.

"FUCK!" Lex said out loud as he took a few deep breathes to settle his homicidal urges towards the island. As it was, he kicked at the sand, sending it spraying towards the ocean.

When he was calmed down a bit, he sat down next to Anatoly and wrapped his arms around the Russian's shoulders, resting his head against the curls, just holding him.