Affectionately called, Lex is an idiot

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Lex was cold.

There was really no other thought going through his head at the moment. Or really, it summarized everything well, with the shivering, and chattering, and coughing, and overall ache that went along with being so very cold.

He had been on his way to see Anatoly for another of their Russian lessons. Not wanting Anatoly to have to cart all the learning materials they had acquired up to the compound, Lex had insisted on continuing to come to his hut, now yurt, despite the change in weather. And he was prepared for it, in boots, thick pants, heavy shirt, sweater and coat, gloves and even a scarf in glaring primary colors. The only thing he'd forgone was a hat but that was thanks to Luthor pride. He never covered his head, never hid his difference so no one could use it against him. Plus, the fact he had it meant he couldn't sick.

Up until the island but Lex had conveniently forgotten that one small detail.

He'd told himself he'd just stop for a minute to take a rest. A Luthor would not be beaten by cold weather and Lex was determined to make it to Anatoly's yurt. Leaning against a tree, he closed his eyes and just huddled in on himself for a moment. A moment that turned into many long ones.

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Giving up on sitting up, Lex instead curled up into the blankets again, already half asleep again. It could be noted later that he'd curled up right into the warm spot Anatoly had left without even noticing. "I promise, I won't move from this spot." He said in his soft raspy voice as he yawned and closed his eyes again.

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Pensively, Anatoly glanced down, pulling the covers a little closer around Lex. His hand hovered briefly over his forehead, but he refrained from actual contact. Lex needed rest, and he needed to get the tea.

"I'll be back soon," he said again, then left, gently shutting the door behind him.