Wincing, Lexi stood, tugging on a shirt and padding over to Elaine. Wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist, she just stood there. Not listening, not really, because the sounds of anger just kind of washed over her. She was busy trailing kisses down Elaine's neck, as if to comfort her, to provide a buffer between her and the barrage of noise coming from the phone. Lexi didn't know where the urges to protect came from - they popped up at odd times - but it could hardly be ignored.