Justin leaned on the lintel, pounded on the door with an open palm, and rolled his eyes. "Yo, you wanna hurry up in there, dude? My back teeth are floating."

"Yeah, hold on." The voice was small and choked. The sink's water ran after a long moment, and then the door clicked open. Lance's eyes were red-rimmed and his eyelashes were damp, no matter how hard he tried to cover it with cold water.

"Oh, baby," Justin blurted, despite the fact that Lance was so much closer to being a grownup than he was, and folded Lance into his arms.

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