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Lance just stared at him for a moment before sighing. "Fine. But that means you can't summon it at a later time just to smash it when I'm not around." He muttered as he held out his hand expectantly. "I'll hold it until you're ready to hold it again." Once he was done patching Ali, he scooped him up again, letting his boyfriend lay against him limply. Almost like a sleeping child. "I'll go over tomorrow, run it by the others so they know. But if I'm going to be holding this, that mean's there's going to be some ground rules that get laid down."

"We'll clean the glass up in the morning Alistair. And as far as your cuts, I doubt any of the un bandaged ones will start bleeding at this point so it doesn't matter." He said as he stepped over the glass. "Well, for starters, you're not allowed to be pissy if I leave the house with out letting you know. And that goes double for whining and trying to talk me out of going."

"Pretty sure I've stepped in it already." Replied the blonde as he walked back into their room and set Alistair in the center of the bed before checking his own feet over. "I'm not giving this up." He couldn't, not after what had just happened. Especially so if Alistair was serious about this. "I told Leto I would do this." Lance fixed Alistair with a 'Is now really the time for that' stare before sighing.

"I don't plan on it.. And for the most part their fine." A cut here or there didn't make a whole lot of difference when he was already sore all over. Lance sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know Alistair. I can barely think right now. If you can think of other rules then fine. Add them."

"I don't want a number of things right now but I kind of have to deal with it now." The blonde shifted, wanting to lay down. He didn't particularly care if it was awkward for Alistair, all he knew is he wanted to lay down. "Technically trying to talk me out of going would be a second rule." Came the muffled reply from somewhere in a pillow. "I love you too."

After a few moments Lance finally shifted and crawled back under the covers himself. He then pressed himself against Alistair's back, arms circling and holding tight as he pressed his face in the other's throat and hair.