Lexi did protest, turning his head away, as far as possible, but tied down as he was, he couldn't actually escape it and closed his eyes against the fabric, feeling a little bit more out of his depth now he couldn't see. He could hear Marco, moving, but the noise wasn't loud, and it certainly wasn't as comforting as he might have wanted it to be. "Marco-" He breathed, a little frightened, wanting desperately to hear the man talk to him. Then at least he knew Marco hadn't left him alone, wasn't about to let Henri in. He didn't mind being tied up, but unable to see was completely different. Especially when he couldn't reach out and touch the other.
But it was too late, and all Lexi could do was take a breath, to try and calm himself down and not to panic. Panicking would make him look like a big baby and he didn't want that, he didn't want Marco to see him like that. He took another breath, his fingers curling, his long nails biting into his palm, but it was better than looking like a baby.
Lexi managed to relax again, muscles in his legs and shoulders loosening, although he felt a little bit more nervous now, ready, if he had to be, to tense up all over again.