The lines between what was a lie and what was the truth blurred whenever Lex said anything these days. Your boyfriend said he loved you, said he’d be back by nightfall, said that the red smear on his collar was ketchup.

Lex knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t stop it. He needed a distraction, something to make him feel normal for once. It was impulsive. Still, that wasn’t an excuse.