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Lance had probably spent about fifteen of the thirty minutes that Casablanca had been on, just standing outside the door to their apartment. The blonde did this every time he came home to hear a movie on. He had stopped watching them himself, it's not like he even saw the movie anyway. He was always too busy just staring at Alistair to register what was going on during the movie.

So when he finally did enter the house, he dropped his things but the end table like usual before making his way over to the couch. There the blonde proceeded to come up behind Alistair as he stood. Lance nuzzled his face against Alistair's hair as he wrapped his arms around the other. One arm going across his chest while the other wrapped around his shoulders, of which the tips of his fingers disappeared under the collar of Ali's shirt. Sighing quietly, Lance just closed his eyes and pressed against Alistair's own weight.

Don't start. He yelled at himself mentally. Not now. Not in front of him. It didn't matter much. Alistair always knew. "Casablanca?" He asked, hoping to distract the brunette from his attitude, and the way his voice almost cracked.

The blonde smiled against Alistair's hair. "Do you even like Gin?" Lance asked, knowing full well he was messing with the smaller man. After a moment of debating, Lance figured that Alistair probably didn't like Gin.

"Nothing." He lied, squeezing his eyes shut tighter as he hugged Alistair closer. He'd gotten caught, like usual. It hurt to see Alistair like this. To know Alistair had given up on things that had been such a big part of him because of something a member of the blonde's family did. Alistair had every right to yell, curse, and just flat out hate the blondes. Both him and his sister. But Alistair never did. Alistair still loved him with every fiber of his being. And Lance couldn't figure out for the life of him why.

Jaysen had ruined his life just to get at him.

"I'm just tired... It's been a long day." The taller blonde took the few steps backwards, so that they could both fall into the couch. "How about you? Did anyone stop by today?"

"You think the whole movie is a good line..." Lance pointed out as he turned to catch the kiss.

"Oh? And how are they??" He asked, his voice dropping just a bit. The children were always a bit of a sore spot for Lance. He knew Ali wanted more kids. Kids of their own. But despite all the reassurance's that any children they might have would be welcomed and protected at the Order's camp, Lance still resisted. He didn't want Jaysen to take anymore from him then he already had. Lance was already paranoid enough over the twins safety. He kept promising Ali 'when it's safer', but given how things where going, Lance knew that wouldn't be for a long, long, time.

"You're still as popular as ever over there..." Lance mused, pushing Ali's bangs out of his eyes before his hands dropped to gently tug the frames from Alistair's face. It came as no surprise to him when Ali's hands flew up and grabbed his wrists. They still fought over this sometimes, and in all honesty Lance couldn't blame him. "Shh.. It's alright." Lance said, knowing the words where on his husbands tongue as he leaned forward and kissed the other's head. "It's gonna be alright.. Let me.. It's okay."

"Is that what they're calling me now..." Lance snorted lightly. "Did you start that or was it Avacyn?" Lance again kissed Alistair. They were both thinking about the same thing.. just from two very different stand points. "Someday." Lance promised, leaning their foreheads together. "Someday you will have all the kids you can handle. And you will be the best father anyone can ask for." The blondes voice was soft, any louder and he feared it would crack. "I promise."

"They are just nervous. The others know you mean no harm to them. Nor will anyone let harm come to you. This whole things taken a toll on everyone sweetheart.. It's not your fault. Most know you can be trusted, other's just haven't learned yet is all."

"Alistair." He breathed, a thumb twitching to brush against the brunette's hairline. The scars were settling... The bruising long gone, leaving no trace of the blackish tone that had been there years before. He knew Alistair hated this. Hated the wound being out in the open, a visible target for someone else to use against them both. Lance hated that he put Alistair through this every time, but he needed to see it. To see what he had lost, what he had ultimately failed to protect after vowing to do just that. The blonde pulled Ali towards him, letting his husband bury his face in Lance's shoulder where he so often hid from the world. "You're beautiful.." Lance said softly, once again nuzzling into Alistair's hair as his grip on the other man tightened.

And I am so sorry.

"Chaos does not automatically make you evil. We've all made our mistakes Alistair, and you're trying your best to right what wrongs you can. They will see that soon enough. It's always darkest before the dawn... Things will get better." Maybe. "They'll learn you can be trusted, one way or another..."

"I'm sorry.." Lance said as he gently rubbed at the other mans back. "I know you hate it when I do this.." The blonde continued to whisper gentle things against Ali's ear in an attempt to get the man to relax. "I know that I'm being unfair about this. I just don't want her to have anything else she can use against us... Against me. That's why I don't go with you to see the twins.. I don't want her to know about them. I don't know what I would do if they got hurt." Hurt was a mild term, they both know what Lellouch would do to the children." Finally the blonde sighed, brushing his knuckles against his husbands neck. He had a feeling he might live to regret these words. "...As long as they stay there... Maybe we can look into something."

"I'm sorry..." Lance whispered quietly. Carefully, Lance tugged one of Ali's hands from his shirt before slipping the glasses back into them. "I love you... Nothing's going to change that. You are still as beautiful to me as ever." He murmured, brushing a finger under Ali's eye as if wiping away a tear. "For now though.. I'll cry enough for the both of us alright?" Until a way to restore Ali's sight was found. "So don't worry. It's all going to be okay."

"Alright then.." He agreed softly. "We can take a look.. I'm not going to be making any promises. Not just yet. But we cant start." Start to put their lives back in order. Start to be a family. "..Have you heard from your family?? How's Blair?"

"You'll break them if you squeeze any tighter." Lance chided, though it probably came as no surprise to Alistair that the blonde twisted around and began rummaging for the spare set in the side table drawer. Just in case. "I can't control her, no. But if I had been paying closer attention, maybe something could have changed." It all came down to the signs. They had seen her around a few times, and they thought it was suspicious. But they didn't act on it until it was too late. "I won't let her hurt you again."

"I'm sure there are.." And Lance fully expected for Alistair to want to take them all home with him. "Is your father still cursing the ground I walk on?" He sighed. Alistair's father had never warmed up to him over the years. And when they came into the hospital to see their only son a broken and bloody mess, it was natural that the father instantly blamed the blonde. They never told his parents that it was Lance's own sister who had committed the act. Again Lance brushed Alistair's cheek. "...Did you want to head out there...? There might be medicine over there that could help you know."