"Let me," Anatoly said, moving behind Lex and dislodging his hand so he could replace it with his own. He massaged the other man's neck gently, occasionally pressing kisses to the back of his head. He hated seeing Lex like this, so visibly stressed and tired, and knowing there was very little he could do to help.

"It'll be all right. He can stew by himself for awhile. We'll stay here and get some rest and deal with him in the morning."