Wayne/Justin
Wayne had momentarily removed his arm from around Justin's shoulders long enough to get himself a drink, holding it in the opposite hand so that he could replace his arm when Justin stayed in close. Giving a shake of his head, Wayne sighed softly and listened.
He didn't understand what Megan's reasoning was either. He knew that the cancer had really put the fear of god into her, which was understandable, but it was gone. Even if it was only for now, Justin wouldn't leave her or like her less because of it coming back.
"I know, mate." Giving him a firm squeeze to his side, Wayne pressed his lips together for a moment before responding further. "So don', J." He looked over and down at his friend, offering a grim smirk. "Yeh both deserve another chance at it."