"Tolya..." Was Lex's soft reply as he did just that, let Anatoly take care of him and the situation for the moment. A hand went to Anatoly's curls, doing a lot to calm him. He needed to save his strength because tomorrow...tomorrow he had to go to war, one he thought he'd left in Smallville. And he was a year out of practice, the two mysterious days are home not counting.

He really hoped he could sleep tonight. The headaches, the forgetting things...it was getting to the point it was beginning to scare him and a good night's sleep would do wonders, before Anatoly noticed. If he hadn't already.