"Justin." Wayne breathed his mate's name in a sigh, and paused, not sure what to say, or how to say it.
He'd figure it out as he went.
"I didn't mean to abandon you," he confessed. "I just got...bogged down. But I'm not going anywhere this time. At least," he forced a chuckle, "not on purpose."
So much for attempting levity.
He had wronged Justin, though. It was a step.
"Please know that I'm not perfect." He laughed that time -- it was almost hilarious how obvious that statement was. "But I'm trying. I'm trying to make up for all the times I...was somewhere else. Amends."
Justin, he believed, would know.
"So don't go posting ads in the paper for new friends, kay? 'Cause I'm not going anywhere."