For ssecca01: Lance/Justin. "Give me one reason to stay here / And I'll turn right back around."

"I thought you'd be different," Justin said, and Lance could hear it in his voice, that little tight hitch that was half a step away from turning into a full-out tantrum. "I thought that you of all people would be different."

"Justin," Lance said, and held out a hand. Justin's entire body tensed and shifted, not quite a drawing away, but Lance could see it anyway, the self-control that he was holding onto to keep from leaping out of his skin and stalking around the room. Lance knew the look, knew the causes of it, had never thought that he'd be the reason for it. "I didn't -- That's not what I meant by it. It wasn't anything. It was just a thing, we were there, I didn't think you'd mind --"

"Didn't think I'd mind?" Justin hitched up a shoulder and dropped his eyes. His jaw clenched and then relaxed. "In what kind of fucked-up universe do you live in where I wouldn't mind? That's three relationships I've had end because someone was fucking around on me. And that might be okay in your world, but you know, I'm getting really fucking tired of it, and it's not fucking okay in mine, okay?" Justin's fists flexed, and he breathed through his mouth.

"Okay," Lance said, after a long minute of silence. "I can't say anything but that I'm sorry. And I am."

"Yeah," Justin said, and didn't meet Lance's eyes.

"So where do we go from here?"

"Tell me why I should stay," Justin said, and picked up his eyes. "Tell me why I should stay, and maybe I will."

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