When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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To my great disappointment, Lex's return turned out to be quite anticlimactic. He spent the rest of his afternoon in his cave, and because of all the food he'd taken with him in there, he'd been able to last until well into the evening.
As frustrating as it was, I had to accept his refusal to interact. After everything that had happened, he needed space – lots of it. His anger toward me was understandable, but eventually, he'd come to see how my desperate actions had been justified, and that I'd been as careful as possible about it.
But while he'd been in jail, Lex had been deprived of the therapy sessions he'd been going to for over twenty years. Stuck in there, with barely any distraction, his genius and overactive mind must have taken a serious toll, constantly dwelling and overthinking. He'd also been deprived of the few loved ones who helped him, even unconsciously. Him having such a hard time handling the multitude of feelings he was experiencing made perfect sense, given where he came from.
So, in the meantime, I displayed patience and compassion, waiting for Lex to be ready to talk. Our stubbornness could be equal in strength, and I wouldn't be the one to step down. Lex had to forgive me. There was no other choice. I wouldn't give him one.
When he finally came out of his den, it was close to midnight, and once more, he seemed surprised to find me right there on the couch. For lack of a better option, I'd taken out my laptop and was watching The Expanse to kill time. Death had messaged me some more, and I'd also been texting with Kate, who had offered to come all the way here and scold Lex until he at least hugged me or told me he loved me.
Aside from the quick glance, he ignored me again, heading to the kitchen with the empty containers of the takeout food he'd eaten. Quickly dismissing my computer, I headed there as well, determined to inflict a little more of my love-induced perseverance. He poured himself a tall glass of water, and I walked past him, close enough for my body to gently brush against his. Because I needed a reason to have come here, I pretended to check something on the coffee machine. In the corner of my eye, I watched him down his glass, admiring the way his Adam's apple bobbed right below the limit of his beard.
For two months and a half now, I'd missed being around him, missed looking at him, missed holding him... Now that he was out, I'd take great pleasure in rediscovering the entirety of him, remembering every small detail I loved about the man, exploring what used to be so unequivocally mine. But for that, we needed to make up first.
"I'm off to bed," I let out, a little nervous. It was pretty clear he didn't want to share a bed with me right now, but a girl could hope. I didn't even want us to have sex, wasn't expecting him to hold me tenderly in our sleep. All I wanted at this point was to wake up by his side.
He acknowledged my statement with a slight nod but didn't even turn to look at me. Conjuring some patience in what I hoped was a bottomless well of it, I didn't let it hurt me too much. We'd get there. Eventually. I wished him good night and left to go to his room – the one that had been mine too for over a month now.
