As Anatoly undressed Lex and got him settled under the covers, he couldn't help but worry. He hadn't seemed his usual self lately, and it was getting troublesome enough that he'd been weighing whether or not he should drag him into the clinic for someone to look him over. This situation with Lionel could only make things worse.

Still, there was nothing to be done for it now. It was just another thing to be dealt with in the light of the day. What Lex needed at this very moment was to be held and reassured, and that he could do. He stripped off his own clothes then crawled into the bed, pulling the younger man into his arms.

"You have me. I'm here," he reminded him softly. "And I am not going anywhere."