We're communicators after all...

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Four days after acquiring his unexpected yurtguest, Anatoly was settling into a domestic routine of sorts. After so many months alone, it was nice to have someone sharing his living space again, even if it was only until Lex was well again.

"Your tea, your excellency," Anatoly teased, holding Lex's cup out to him. He didn't mind looking after him, constant trips for tea and soup and all, but he couldn't help the need to give him a bit of a hard time about it.

Once the tea was handed over, he finally shrugged off his coat and boats and sat down at the small table next to the bed, and prepared to drink his own tea. "How are you feeling?"

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For someone who wasn't used to living with someone in such close quarters, or even being taken care of, the last four days had been enjoyable for Lex, minus the being sick. Granted, he'd spent much of it sleeping, but when he was awake he was genuinely enjoying the time spent with his friend.

Lex put on his greatest Luthor air to humor Anatoly's teasing. "Took you long enough." He said snobbishly, but the light in his eyes betrayed his demeanor.

He took a long drink of the tea, closing his eyes and giving a soft sigh of relief as the hot liquid soothed his sore throat. The coughing was the worst part, since it kept his throat and lungs burning but otherwise, he was beginning to feel better and he said as much. "It's still this coughing." After another sip, he cocked his head at Anatoly. "I could use something to keep my mind off it. How about another Russian lesson?"