Lexi paced anxiously in her father's lounge as she waited for him to finish gathering his things.
Steven stood at the side of the doorway to his room like a statue, his stoic face impassive, and the only visible movement was his eyes as they followed Lexi's pacing.
"You'll wear a hole in the carpet if you continue walking the same patterns." He observed dryly.
Lexi paused and looked at him in shock, removing her hands from her mouth where she had been gnawing on the edges of her fingernails as a wry smile found its way onto her lips.
"Well, fuck me, Steven, you do speak."
"I'd rather not." He answered flatly, his eyes remaining fixed on her father's doorway.
"What? Fuck me? Or speak?" Lexi teased.
Steven chose not to answer, only sighing slightly and crossing his arms in front of him.
Lexi chuckled and waved her hand dismissively at him.