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Before going into the hut to break the horrible news to Anatoly, Lex paused to lean against the outer wall of the hut to collect himself. This week had been trying enough hiding the headaches and insomnia from Anatoly. And now, the worst possible thing had happened in that the last person he ever wanted to see again had just arrived on the island. Of all the times he needed his wits, why were they suddenly failing him?

He'd spent a good hour getting his father settled in the Compound. He knew his father didn't believe him and was treating him like he was going to break. The one time Lionel had caught him rubbing a particularly bad ache in his neck, Lex swore his father almost looked concerned. That would have been first, at least as far as Lex could remember. And was enough to seriously creep him out.

Finally Lex took a deep breath and went inside, straight to the scotch bottle. There was at least one upside to the this week, as if the island had anticipated his need. He poured a large cup of scotch, drained it, winced slightly at the burn and then began refilling it again as he said, "My father is here."

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"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.

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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."