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"I ought to take your pen away." The blonde grumbled, keeping his voice low as they sat in the room. Maybe he'd do just that. He'd check with Leto first, see what her thoughts were on it. ....And then maybe he'd just go ahead and do it anyway. "I can not believe you even did that. What if one of them was close by when you did that. You could have lead them there." The teen hissed quietly, sulking further into his chair.

"That is not the point." Came the snap, which was followed by a scowl. "They would have been snooping around regardless. What would have happened if they came back." The knock at the door effectively silenced the blonde only causing him to grumble and sink even further into his chair.

The blonde just sat and scowled at Alistair through the whole procedure, only stopping long enough to physically flinch as they pulled out the mini saw. He rolled his eyes when Ali hoped down. "That mean's no, you are not all ears." Lance jammed his arms into the pocket of his hoodie as he stood, finally released of the confines of both the chair and that room all together.

"Don't cop an attitude with me because I'm worried. You were already put in the hospital once." Because of me. He snapped. "Do you really want to end up back there again? Alistair, you're arms were broken. What would you have done if they had found you? You could have ended up right back in the hospital." Or worse. And that thought had the blonde scowled going again. Alistair could have been in some serious trouble all because he wasn't there to watch him out for him.

The blonde realized he had been doing a lot of that over the past few months. The shade that had choked him, it's queen, Penthesilea... And to some extent even Destiny Con. Both Lance and Damocles had failed to protect the one person he cared about.

If Ali expected a retort, he never got one. Lance was quiet as they left the building, and was ultimately wordless the whole drive home. He tossed his keys on the table when they walked in, and they clattered against the surface, sliding almost to the point of falling off. But the blonde didn't seem to mind, and if he was doing it to watch the brunette twitch, he didn't stick around long enough to watch his reaction. Lance simply took of down the hall towards the bedroom.

Lance had sprawled out on his side of the bed, his head half buried in a pillow as he stared rather listlessly at the wall in front of him. He made no noise when Ali called, nor did he move when he heard the shuffling of feet over carpet and the eventual dip of the mattress.

The blonde was tired, incredibly tired. Both mentally and physically. His limbs ached and felt like lead. And maybe he was only noticing it now because he no long had to do everything around the house.

Lance just sighed, before closing his eyes and nuzzling further into the pillow.

Unfortunately for Alistair, Lance was pretty much dead weight as he rolled him over. Only moving enough to effectively hide his face in his boyfriend's collar. He said nothing, the only noise Alistair got was the release of a slow, deep breathe and that was it. The blonde had half a mind to shrug off the arms that rested around him. But that required moving, thinking. And Lance just didn't have the will power in him to do either.