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Just as the candlestick was being brought down, Lance's hand shot out to catch Alistair's by the wrist. He didn't say anything as he slowly sank down around Alistair, his legs bracketing the male as he wrapped his upper body around him. The hand holding the wrist slowly slid up till his fingers found metal and curled around both that and the fingers there. "Don't." He muttered, voice thick and rough with sleep and god only knew what else at this point. "Don't." The blonde repeated again, this time softer. Funny how one word could make a difference.

Lance pulled the metal piece from Alistair's fingers with care, and set it down with just as much before wrapping his arm around around his boyfriend's frame. "Because I don't want you too.." The blonde mumbled into Alistair's hair. "You did your best.. You came to the rescue of a girl in trouble, with out any hesitation. A girl who isn't even related to you. I could not be more proud of you.." He said softly as he turned Alistair to face him, brushing hair back and tucking it behind an ear. "Neither of us knew it would end up the way it did. And that is not your fault hun."

"You wouldn't have had to call her if I didn't switch places with you." At that point it would have been him calling Leto and the same thing would have happened anyway. "You did what you thought was best. She's not going to be mad or resent you for it. You did exactly what you should have done in that situation." Lance whipped at the corner of Alistair's eyes gently before moving to stroke the brunette's hair. None of this was Alistair's fault, and it hurt to see the boy so torn up by it.

"I said no damn it!" Lance demanded, making another grab for candlestick. "I didn't trade places with you because you're useless or whatever other crazy notion you've got going on in your head. I did it because I love you and I was not letting you get hurt again when I had the power to stop it for once." Lance snapped. "Did you even hear what that man was saying? What he could have done to you? And besides. You would have done the same damn thing if that was Blair in Jaysen's place. If it was someone you cared for."

Lance abandoned the struggle for the candlestick and instead twisted around Alistair's side to grab the red pen that lay on the ground. "If anything shouldn't you use this... thing, to build yourself up? Not knock yourself down. This is stupid Alistair and you know it."

"Oh really? What makes you think I wouldn't do that same damn thing for anyone else? For Ava? Ari? Just because you destroy your pen doesn't mean I don't have mine. Unless you were planning on somehow acquiring mine and smashing that to bits too. "If something I would have punched him in his smug little face and gone out with a god damn fight and you know that." Then the blonde stood ignoring the stabs of pain from the broken glass as he did so, throwing the pen to the ground. "If you want it so bad, then fine. Smash it. But just remember that in doing so, it won't effect any actions in the future that I take. Even if that means pulling this same damn stunt again to save someone else."

"Smash it. See what good it does you." Lance said as he crossed his arms. "Either way you're going to continue to sit there wondering what you could have done differently."

Lance sighed before walking over and collecting both the pen and the distraught man. "Come on... Let's get the glass out of you.." He mumbled as he dragged Alistair to the bathroom. Their landlord was going to kill them... And if not him, then the neighbors around them. Ordering the brunette to sit, Lance pocketed the pen before digging around for a pair of tweezers. "If I die, it will be because of my own actions and reasons Alistair."

"If I get killed, it's my own damn fault. Not yours, do you understand me?" Lance said as he got to work picking the tiny shards out of Alistair's body. "If I die it's for my own reasons and you better not go and waste them by getting yourself killed." He would take a bullet for the brunette any day. And if he died in the process. So be it. He could deal with that. "You did just fine before you knew me. You'd be okay again." The blonde paused, looking up at Alistair through his bangs.

"By the way? Cat's can fix pens."

"You broke every mirror in the apartment." Lance corrected with a bored tone. Shards of glass were dropped into the waist bin one at a time, and the wounds Lance deemed deep enough were covered with a bandage. "You would have become stronger. You wouldn't sit there and cry in a corner. You're stronger then that Alistair, and it's about high time you realized it." The blonde huffed, blowing his bangs out of his face. "Did you just hear yourself? You'd want it back and you know it."