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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Though he would never admit it out loud, the Russian lessons with Lex were the highlight of Anatoly's week. While it was true he enjoyed his friend's company, he had come to find that he enjoyed the teaching as well.

As the appointed hour for their lesson passed, Anatoly grew anxious. Lex was late, which was not like him, and while there was no doubt a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, he couldn't help but worry.

Finally, unable to sit and wait any longer, he threw on his greatcoat and hat, and headed outside, towards the compound. He'd either find Lex there, or someone who might have seen him.