Sipping this one a bit slower, Lex closed his eyes as he leaned back into the embrace. Of course, he could hear his father's voice in the back of his head, louder then ever, telling him how week it was to seek comfort from others, how it made him reliant on others when he should have complete control of himself. He leaned the cup against his forehead, hoping the smooth surface would help the ever building headache.
"I don't know what to do." He admitted softly, painfully. Of all people, Anatoly would know how much that admission took out of him. He was in so much pain and so very tired..."I don't know how to deal with him here."
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Date: Jan. 29th, 2010 12:20 am (UTC)"I don't know what to do." He admitted softly, painfully. Of all people, Anatoly would know how much that admission took out of him. He was in so much pain and so very tired..."I don't know how to deal with him here."