The evasive nature in which Lexie answered – or didn’t answer – Eisen’s question didn’t escape his attention. “You’ll be out of here in no time, I’m sure of it,” he said. He understood that everyone had private matters, more so now that he’d actually just out and told Rory about his freak-of-nature talent, so he wasn’t going to press Lexie for information that she couldn’t (or just didn’t want to) give. Instead, he went with the subject change and smiled wide when she commented on the lasagna.
“I’m nothing if not a man of my word, Lex,” he grinned as he took a seat next to her bed and grabbed the fork he’d brought from the front of his school bag. “No one should have to suffer the indignity of hospital food.”
He chuckled at her excitement and handed her the fork. “No foot-kissing or firstborn-handing necessary. It’s my job as your friend to make sure you stay sane while you’re here,” he nodded sagely, then turned his head to look at her, allowing the same smile she always brought out of him to cross his face. “I didn’t just bring lasagna, either, but you know, some surprises have to stay surprises. At least until the appropriate time,” he teased, relaxing in the chair.