[That's certainly one way to show your discomfort, and as Lex fixes up his sitting he's fairly certain that this is it, their little conversation (having brought as many headaches as it did) is coming to a halt.]
[And it's not the first time he wishes he had something in his hand to move and fiddle with. An empty glass would do just fine. A pen. Anything to move, because he can't just stand and begin to pace around like a caged beast.]
[But it's what he wants, because she's simplifying it.]
If I ever went home with that explanation, I'd be delivered to a mental institution. [Matter of fact, that's all. He's heard the story of the small town pilot who saw an alien ship crash down. He's seen the effects of the rocks which hailed from a different world, what they turn the people of earth into. He's not stupid here, and he's certainly not in denial. But he just wants to know the truth. He just needs to be sure.]
[There's nothing to compare this to. Other's words mean as little to him as he figures his words mean to them.]
[A matter of faith, then? That's tricky. Faith goes against nature; it's why people seek it out inside of themselves. It's a challenge to stay true to what can't be known for certain. Lex relaxes. He hadn't known the tension had been on his shoulders. There is no home to go to. He agreed to believe time had stopped as a result of him stepping away from his... world. This shouldn't be difficult. It's not. It's too easy. There's always a problem when that happens, some complication which slipped through unnoticed. It's the perfect excuse for everything- 'Oh. It's just another world'.]
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[And it's not the first time he wishes he had something in his hand to move and fiddle with. An empty glass would do just fine. A pen. Anything to move, because he can't just stand and begin to pace around like a caged beast.]
[But it's what he wants, because she's simplifying it.]
If I ever went home with that explanation, I'd be delivered to a mental institution. [Matter of fact, that's all. He's heard the story of the small town pilot who saw an alien ship crash down. He's seen the effects of the rocks which hailed from a different world, what they turn the people of earth into. He's not stupid here, and he's certainly not in denial. But he just wants to know the truth. He just needs to be sure.]
[There's nothing to compare this to. Other's words mean as little to him as he figures his words mean to them.]
[A matter of faith, then? That's tricky. Faith goes against nature; it's why people seek it out inside of themselves. It's a challenge to stay true to what can't be known for certain. Lex relaxes. He hadn't known the tension had been on his shoulders. There is no home to go to. He agreed to believe time had stopped as a result of him stepping away from his... world. This shouldn't be difficult. It's not. It's too easy. There's always a problem when that happens, some complication which slipped through unnoticed. It's the perfect excuse for everything- 'Oh. It's just another world'.]