Again that smile, that horrific parody of a smile, and Lexi was shaking her head, surprised at the knot in her throat, the burn in her eyes. "No, no, it's great. Wonderful. I'm glad for you." Her knees were tucked up to her chest, now, arms wrapped around them, holding herself in. Away from Arthur, a physical reminder that for all she felt, all she apparently wanted, he was no more hers than the sun. No more something she could touch than the far distant stars.