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"Dear, they'll be fine. The twins will be fine. They've got their mothers are there." Cass and Quinn were more then capable of handling kids. If Quinn could manage and operate a entire faction, she could take care of a toddler. Lance eyed the heart in his husbands cup in comparison to... what he thought was a flower in his. He took a sip from his drink, the same thing Alistair got, he was bad with these sorts of things and was presently surprised by the taste. "You were right, this one is good." He said, leaning over and giving his husband a kiss on the cheek. Sparing a glance at the counter found the barista behind the counter to be flustered and very interested at wiping off the counter suddenly.

Lance rolled his eyes when Ali prattled on about not staying out long. "Oh my goodness, they will call one of us if something happens. Everything's going to be fine. Weren't you the one saying just the other day we should go out??? That we hadn't in a really long time?" He took another sip before wrapping an arm around Ali. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you were two days short of a interior decorating crisis and rearranging the house. Again. You needed this." He did too, in a way. Getting out as Damocles only did so much, there wasn't really time, most days for Lance and Alistair to do anything, especially with their growing family.

"Was there anything else you wanted to do before we headed back???"

"I worry too.. But we have to trust that things will be okay without us. Putting them on this pedestal, to show them off, to keep them from getting hurt. It isn't going to do them any favors." Lance held his cup with both hands, letting the heat seep into his palms. "Cass and Quinn are new to this, just as we are. But they've had our backs for a long time... About time we return the favor don't you think?"

Lance snorted, with a roll of his eyes. "Sometimes??" He questioned. "The way you talk sometimes, you sound like you know what you're talking about all the time." He may be grounded to the couch for that one, but he couldn't resist. "Love, in my defense, you've said quite a few things were delicious when they most certainly were anything but."

"Plus, I mean, worst case scenario. Scorcha has left her number everywhere in the house so in all honesty I would not be surprised if they called your mother before they called us." Lance recalled his arm and made a face, almost as if he'd been burnt. "You mean you haven't bought out a clothing boutique in ages." He sighed, resigning himself to his fate. "Fine, but I'm not trying anything on. You know how much I hate clothing shopping."

"Love... Bundling them up, sheltering them from everything..." Lance sighed. He knew all too well what that could do. "They are well protected already.. If we over smother them, how are they going to learn. On top of that, we run the risk of pushing them away, farther then we want in the end. I get that your're scared, really. Believe me... I am too."

The blonde rolled his eyes, shifting his weight a bit to lean against his husband. "Oh, so you are right all the time???" He joked. "Okay, so then whats your excuse for that tapestry you bought? The one that you said would look so good hanging up in one of the stairwells. You know the one. I believe my thoughts on it were something along the lines of it not working out cause it was going to clash with something else. Or you'd hate it in a record breaking three hours. To which you said nonsense. We bought it, and then what happened? Hmmmm?" Alistair hated it. He'd absolutely hated it. "Also as far as the second one goes, you love just about ANYTHING pastry, but that doesn't mean I'm going believe it every time you say something is amazing." But, if it meant it would please Ali... Lance reached over and broke off a piece of the scone and popped it in his mouth. "...Mom's better.." He muttered softly after a moment.

Bought out, was totally not an exaggeration and they both knew it. "We can go looking around if you want, though. Maybe I'll let you talk me into trying one thing. Big maybe." Lance just preferred jeans and a teeshirt... Didn't understand why things always had to be designer label... Even back then when he was a child. He never understood why his parents went out of their why to buy the expensive thing when the cheaper lasted just as long.