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"You want me to tell your parents, your father, that I let you get mugged and beaten?" Lance nodded slowly. "Avacyn will be up and moving before you and she's got a busted leg." He was quiet for a moment, contemplating his next words carefully. "You know we're going to have to tell her right??

"He'll complain I wasn't there to begin with." The blonde pointed out. "You know he will." The blonde rolled his eyes. He had seen this side before. When Tantalus was ready to pounce the doppleganger of Natron and strangle the life out of it. "What's this we? I don't mean to point out the obvious but she can't walk and you, I'm willing to bet, will have breathing problems for the next few weeks atleast!" If anything it would be him who would tell Leto. And him alone. "You, are going to stay away, from her regardless." Whether Lance meant Leto or the white moon senshi went unstated.

"It started with me though. She only got you because she wanted me." Maybe he'd just go around Alistair's back this time and just not tell him when he goes to talk to Leto to begin with. Then he sighed and finally slipped from the bed and into the chair beside it. "You, dear, should be sleeping... or atleast trying to."

"I didn't say it was my fault. I just said that the problem originated with me." The blonde just grumbled to himself quietly before scrubbing at his face. "She's a nuisance is what she is and nothing more. And I've fought her before, I know what she is and isn't capable of." He mumbled. "Again, you should be trying to sleep."

"She was passed out on the warehouse floor when we left." Lance shifted and pulled the chair closer. One hand went to stroke the brunette's hair while the other curled around the man's fingers. "You realize you're going to be out of commission from quite a bit for a while... Not just from Tantalus..."

"How is that an upside?" The blonde deadpanned. "You know you're probably going to have physical therapy for weeks. And on top of that you know I'll end up hovering and doing everything just so you don't. Get use to the couch, cause we'll be sleeping on that for a while..." Despite running his hand through Alistair's hair, Lance couldn't quiet stop himself from fingering the bandages around his boyfriends neck. There would be more nightmares. More unease about going out, let alone going out by himself. "Sleep... I'll be here when you wake up."

"You're mental. I swear by it..." Came the sigh as Lance drew an arm back, using it as a makeshift pillow. He glanced at the couch on the other side of the room for a moment, before his eyes flickered to Alistair and their tangled fingers.

The things he did for love.

Honestly.

This was going to suck in the morning.