WHOO FINALLY BRINGING THIS BACK I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF ;w;

(Your POV)

     Now it was just Lance, myself and a security camera. The third one kind of creeped me out, to be honest, but what creeped me out more than that was that somebody could be watching right now and I- nor Lance- would ever even know.

     I looked over to the male I was currently sharing a room with. He was on an airbed and I was on a mattress on the floor.

     Normally, I wouldn't be the type to get emotional, but I hadn't gotten my alone time to think about this and possibly let some things out, so now was kind of the time. Lance- who had been laying with his back turned to me- turned over, facing me now.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He asked me so gently, so softly. It made sense why. I mean, I'd been sitting criss-cross style, my hands hidden in my hoodie sleeves as I stared at his back for at least ten minutes now.

"I dunno.."

The blue t-shirt wearing male sat up in his airbed and stood, walking over to sit next to me, then criss-crossing his legs and facing me, pulling my body to do the same, his hands gently sliding from my shoulders to my hands, softly digging his own larger ones into the confinement of sleeves.

"Can you at least tell me how you're feeling?"

     Lance asked, his thumbs gently sliding back and forth along the backs of my hands. I looked down to our hands, trying to find words.

"I-I'm... I'm scared, Lance,"

     No... No... Quiznak!

     I internally screamed, tears welling in my eyes. I looked down, trying to be the headstrong person Lance was used to seeing.

The male didn't even seem surprised as I broke down a little, just gently continuing to hold my hands. He didn't feel it necessary to pull me into a hug if I didn't show I wanted it. He didn't feel it necessary to make physical contact if I didn't want it.

"That's okay. It's okay. You're okay, I'm okay. I'm right here for ya."

     His tone was so soft, calm and reassuring. He seemed to know just what he wanted to say, even if he could probably just say 'okay' over and over again to make me feel better.

     I pulled my hands from his and made childish grabby hands towards the male, looking up to him with glassy eyes. He smiled softly, gently pulling me into his chest.

     Lance hummed softly as I clung to his shirt, him rubbing my back as I sat in his lap, leaning into his chest.

And he let me.

(Chapter End)

I suddenly realized I was a good two paragraphs away from a full chapter so here ya go. Just had to finish her up.

Sorry about the slow a.f. updates guys.