Brian finished getting dressed and looked himself in the mirror.  Justin rolled his eyes as he watched his husband.  He was sitting on the bed with his back comfortably placed against all the pillows.  He had a towel covering him waist down.  

“Why the hell are you getting all dressed up?” Justin asked.

“Why not?” Brian asked.  “I’m going to dress you nicely as well.”

“What the hell do you think I am?” Justin asked.  “Your very own Ken?”

Brian looked back and smirked.  

“Don’t get me started,” Justin said.  “Could you hurry up?”

“I want to look good,” Brian pointed out.

“Who the fuck for?” Justin asked getting angry.

“You,” Brian told him as he walked over the blond.  “Are you sure you don’t want them coming in here?” Brian asked.

“Brain,” Justin said.  “I’m going nuts! I hate not being able to get out of here.  Now help me get dressed so we can go.”

“Yes, princess,” Brian said as he grabbed Justin’s towel away.  He smirked as he looked at the blond from top to bottom.  He couldn’t help himself; Justin was a beauty.

“What are you doing now?” Justin asked.

“Nothing,” Brian assured him before he went to get Justin’s clothes.

“I don’t want to wear that, Brian,” Justin informed him.

“Too bad,” Brian told him.  

“I’m so going to punish you when I get better,” Justin told him.  “You just wait and see.”

“I’m counting on it,” Brian said and then caressed Justin’s face.

“Don’t look at me like that, Brian,” Justin warned him.

“Like how?” Brian asked.

“Ugh,” Justin muttered.  “You’re so frustrating.”

“We have some time,” Brian told him then he bend down and kissed the blond.  He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he loved making out with the blond.  He pulled back smiling at his blond.

“Just get me dress,” Justin hissed.

Brian nodded and did just that.  Justin argued about the clothes until the very end when the brunet finished getting him dressed.

“I hate you,” Justin told him.  

“No you don’t,” Brian said smirking.  

Justin rolled his eyes.  Brian grabbed their things and then moved Justin to his chair.  

“Are you okay?” Brian asked him.  “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah,” Justin assured him as he moved his hand up and down over the hand rest.

“Stop doing that,” Brian told him.  “You’ll get tired.”

“I’ll know when I get tired,” Justin argued.  “Leave me alone, Bri.”

Brian knew that his husband was angry but at the same time he could see that Justin was sad.  He kneeled next to the blond and caressed his face.  “I’m sorry…we still have time.  I can change your clothes.”

“No,” Justin told him.  “It’s okay.”

Brian kissed Justin.  He pulled back a bit and smiled. 

“Don’t start,” Justin said smirking.

The brunet started kissing Justin then.  His tongue pushed between the soft lips.  He moaned and pulled back.  “Shit,” he hissed.  “I better stop now.”

“I’m sorry,” Justin told him.

“Stop saying that,” Brian told him.  “Could you?” he asked as he got up.  He rearranged his package and moved to open the door.

“I wish I could touch you,” Justin whispered.  

Brian sighed.  “You will be able to,” the brunet assured him.   “You will.”

“Something is not right, Brian,” Justin told him.  “Last time I was able to move much faster than this.  This time is so hard.”

Brian went and kneeled in front of the blond this time.  “Justin,” he said softly.  “Daphne said that this time your injuries were more severe.  I know it’s hard for you to try as hard as you are and not see huge changes, but the changes are there.  You can move your hand now.”

“But I get tired so easily,” Justin pointed out and stopped moving his hand.  “And my right hand won’t do shit except shake if I try.”

Brian caressed Justin’s face.  “I’m sorry.”

Justin started crying.  

“We can stay if you want,” Brian told him.  

“No,” Justin told him.  “Please, let’s go.”

Brian didn’t know what to do.  He cleaned the blond’s face and it pained him that he couldn’t do anything else for the blond.  Justin watched Brian’s expression and knew that his lover was suffering too.

“Please,” Justin told him.  “I want to see Molly and Evan.”

“Okay,” Brian told him, but their conversation wasn’t over.  

He and Justin had to talk about the blond’s recovery.  He didn’t care that the first time he tried to be present Justin had told him to fuck off.  He was going to participate and learn what he could do for the blond.  Maybe it wouldn’t speed the process but it could give Justin the strength he needed.

***

“Guess who is here?” Evan asked.

“Who?” Justin asked once they were in the living room.

“That would be me,” the tall blond said coming towards Justin.

“Oh my god,” Justin said smiling.  “Ronny!”

Ronny bent down and planted a big kiss on Justin’s cheek.  He caressed the blond’s face and smiled.  Brian frowned as he looked at the buff man.  

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian asked. 

“Brian!” Molly yelled.  “Could you watch your language?”

“Sorry,” Brian told him.

Evan laughed at that.  He couldn’t believe that his sister was scolding Brian.  He hated when it happened to him but it was hilarious now.

Ronny straightened up and stared at the brunet.  “Is this the guy you married?” he asked looking at Brian with disdain.

Justin rolled his eyes.  “Stop it, both of you.”

Evan looked at Molly with a frown not sure what was going on.  Molly sighed not understanding why if Brian and Ronny just met each other they looked like they were about to beat the shit out of one another.  It was hate at first sight.

“Brian this is my cousin Ronny Bruckner,” Justin said.  “Ronny this is my husband Brian Kinney.”

Ronny arched a brow as he stared at the brunet.  

“Whatever,” the brunet said and sent Justin’s cousin a glare.   

“Brian, be nice,” Justin said smiling a bit.  He knew that the brunet had been jealous thinking the worst.  He wished he could move his head to see the looks the two men were giving each other.  

Brian used his tongue in cheek expression.  “Molly, do you need help?”

“That would be nice, Brian,” Molly told him.

“Come on sport,” Brian said as he took Evan with them.

“He’s an idiot,” Ronny said pushing Justin chair close to the sofa and then sitting in front of the blond.  “I don’t like him.”

“That’s a first,” Justin said.  “Every gay man I know likes Brian.”

Ronny scoffed.

“And he’s not an idiot,” Justin told him.  “Brian’s great.”

“Uncle Perry says he’s after your money,” Ronny pointed out.

“Uncle Perry doesn’t know shit,” Justin hissed.  “Brian has never asked me to give him anything.”

“Like he’s going to be that stupid,” Ronny said.  

Justin frowned at those words.  It really hurt him that his family thought that about Brian.  “Brian didn’t even know that I had money, Ronny.  It bothered him you know.  He thought…he thought that he would be using his money to take care of us.  He was pretty surprised that I really didn’t need taking care of.  Well, back then at least.”

Ronny frowned still not convinced.  “He could have had you checked out, Justin.”

Justin glared at his cousin.  “Stop saying that.  It’s not true,” he said.  “Go!”

“What?” Ronny asked.

“Leave me alone, Ronny,” Justin told him.  He wished he could walk away.

“Relax,” Ronny told him.  “I didn’t mean it like that, Jus.  I just…I care about you.  I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you.”

“He really loves me,” Justin told him.  

“How can you be sure?” Ronny asked.

Justin smiled a bit.  “Trust me…Brian…he has shown me again and again how much he loves me.”

“He left his former boyfriend,” Ronny pointed out.  “He was cheating on him.”

“With me,” Justin said.  “He left his boyfriend for me.  And now he’s taking care of me.  He could have hired anyone to do that.  And he does it all day long.  And sometimes I hate myself that he has to.”

Ronny sighed not sure what to do.  Justin was crying and the last thing he wanted was to upset his little cousin.

“I’m glad he does you know,” Justin said.  “I couldn’t have a stranger touching me.”

Ronny threw his head back against the sofa.  He was pouting thinking about what he could do to check Brian’s real intentions for his cousin.

“Ronny!” Justin hissed.

“What?” Ronny asked.

“Clean my face, please,” Justin begged him.  “Before Brian sees me.”

Ronny did what his cousin asked.  “Why don’t you want him to see you?  He gets annoyed if you cry?”

“No,” Justin spat out.  “But I can’t stand this look he gets.  It breaks my heart.”

Ronny arched a brow.

“Justin,” Brian said coming to the living room.  “They kicked me out.”

Justin smirked.  “No way, they are insane, to throw out a chef of your magnitude out.”

“Are you making fun of me, you twat?” Brian asked.

“Hey,” Ronny hissed.  “Fuck off.  Don’t call him names.”

Justin couldn’t help but smile.  His cousin and husband weren’t going to get along that easy.  He knew that Ronny was only defending him.  He liked that, but he also liked the fact that Brian wasn’t treating him any different.  The brunet was still his old self with him.  He didn’t tried to baby him around or anything like that.

“You fuck off,” Brian said as he sat down on the sofa and pulled Justin closer to him.  “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Justin assured him.

“Mmm,” Brian muttered as he stared as his blond.  He knew that Justin was lying to him but he would get it out.  “Hey, your sister is cooking spaghetti.  I’m going to feed you right from my mouth.”

“Brian,” Justin said sternly.

Ronny frowned at he looked at Justin’s husband.  The man was totally crazy.

“It will be romantic,” Brian protested.  “Like in that movie Lady and A Tramp,” the brunet said and smirked while he wiggled his eyebrows.

Justin laughed.  “Oh, Brian.”

Ronny watched them with a pout.  They looked like they were pretty comfortable with each other and he hated that.  He was sure that Brian was taking advantage of his cousin.  He would have to do something to show Justin what Brian’s real intentions were.

***

“We’re done for the day,” Isaac said.  

Brian pushed Justin’s locks away from his forehead.  He was happy that he had been able to stay and watch everything Isaac did with Justin.  The therapist had even taught him a few things to practice with his husband later.

“Okay,” Isaac said as he put all the things he’d used back in his bag.  “I’m going to come tomorrow.”

Justin’s eyes blink rapidly.

“Stop doing that,” Brian told him getting angry.  “Go to sleep and stop pushing yourself.”

“Shut up, Brian,” Justin mumbled.

Isaac smirked.  Justin was in one of his moods.  Brian finished putting the blond in his chair.  He knew that the blond wasn’t going to sleep no matter how tired he was.  If he put the blond in his bed Justin was just going to shout at him until he went and got him out.  

“I’m going to walk Isaac out,” Brian told him.

“Whatever,” Justin said.

Brian went with Isaac to the door.  

“Let him rest for a while,” Isaac said.  “If you guys do any of the exercises try to keep it under an hour, Brian.”

Brian nodded.  “You take care.  Sorry about Justin’s attitude.”

Isaac laughed.  “I’ve had worse.”

Brian shook his head.  He was about to shut the door when the two people looking at him stopped him.  Isaac went past the two women and down the stairs.

“What do you want?” Brian asked.

“We wanted to talk to you,” Lindsay said.

“Where are the kids?” Brian asked.

“They are at home,” Lindsay said.  “With the nanny.”

Brian knew that it was better to get things done.  He would listen to what they had to say and then sent them on their way.  He stepped to the side and let them in.

“What do you want?” Brian asked crossing his arms.

Lindsay looked at Justin and slowly walked over to him.  Brian was about to go after her when Melanie’s words stopped him.  

“Michael came to talk to us,” Melanie said.

Brian sighed.  “What did he want?” Brian asked.

“He’s going to try and get his parental rights back,” Melanie said.  

“And this is my problem how?” Brian asked.

Lindsay could hear them and she knew a fight was about to start but she wanted to talk with the blond.  She could deal with Mel and Brian later.  

“Justin,” Lindsay said as she stood in front of the blond.

“Lindsay,” Justin said frowning.  “What are you doing here?”

“We came to talk with Brian,” Lindsay told him.

“Oh,” Justin muttered.  “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do the show,” Justin told her.  “Did you find someone else?”

“Yes,” Lindsay answered.  “Don’t worry about that.”

Justin could hear Melanie and Brian arguing.  “What is going on?”

Lindsay bit her lower lip as she stared at the blond.  

“Stop staring at me,” Justin hissed.

“I’m sorry,” Lindsay said jumping back a bit startled.

Justin wanted Brian to take him to his room.  “Brian,” he said.

“Are you two really married?” Lindsay asked.

Justin wanted to run away.  He was going to call for the brunet again when he felt the pain erupt in his head.  

“Justin?” Lindsay said when the blond’s eyes closed.  

Then Justin’s body started shaking.  

“Oh my god!” Lindsay hissed.  “Brian!”

Brian came running to see what was wrong.  He saw that Justin was having an attack and quickly got him out of his chair.  He carried the blond to his bed and laid him down.  He propped Justin’s upper body against him and made sure the blond didn’t swallowed or injured his appendage.  The girls had followed them not sure what they could do to help. 

“Do you need help?” Melanie asked.

“Fuck off,” he told her, but he didn’t scream at her.  The words were almost gentle. 

Melanie stood there in shock and watched as Brian attended to Justin.  When Justin’s body stopped the blond looked like he was sleeping peacefully.  Brian caressed Justin’s face and sighed.  He got out of the blond’s bed and led the two women out of the room.

“What the fuck did you tell him?” Brian asked angry as he looked at Lindsay.  He had started to see that each time Justin had an attack was because he was upset about something.

“I didn’t say anything to him,” Lindsay told him.  “I just asked him if you two were married,” she told her.  “That was it.”

“Just go, please,” Brian told them.

“Brian,” Lindsay said.  “What are you going to do?”

“About what?” Brian asked.

“About him,” Lindsay said.  “He’s…you can’t…”

“I can’t what?” Brian asked.  “You know what, whatever it is, keep it to yourself.”

“He can’t move, Brian,” Lindsay said.  “You can’t be with him like that.  What kind of life are you going to have now?”

“Fuck off!” Brian yelled.  “Just fuck off.”

Lindsay glared at Brian and turned around.  She stomped out of the loft with not another word.

“I’m sorry,” Melanie said.

“I don’t need your pity,” Brian told her.

“I meant about Lindsay,” Melanie said swallowing.  “If you need anything let me know.”

Brian frowned.  One minute Melanie had been telling him that he was an asshole and that she wanted him to sign Gus’ rights over to her.  Apparently Michael was suing for his rights because Brian still had his.  It was the most idiotic thing that Brian had ever heard but he knew that Michael was trying to turn people against him.

“I should go,” Melanie said turning and then turned towards the brunet once again.  She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Forget about the papers.”

Brian arched a brow.

Melanie bit her lower lip.  “I mean, at least for now.”

“I don’t need any favors,” Brian spat at her.  

“I’m serious,” Melanie assured him.  “If you need anything…”

“I don’t need you or anyone,” Brian informed her.

“Stop it,” Melanie said smiling sadly.  “I just got a really nice preview of you in there.  I didn’t think…you have never looked that scared Brian.”

Brian licked his lips and looked away.  “Fuck off.”

Melanie smiled and nodded.  She couldn’t believe that Brian Kinney was in love with the blond, but she’d seen it first hand.  There was no turning back.  “Of course.  I’m sorry that this happened.  I hope things get better for you and Justin.”

Brian turned and looked at her with a raised brow.

“I’m going to go,” Melanie told him and did.

Brian wasn’t sure what just happened but he didn’t care. He went back to Evan’s room where Justin’s bed was set parallel to the boy’s bed.  He got in Evan’s bed and grabbed one of Justin’s hands.  He sighed and cried silently because he had lied.  He really needed someone or something, because it got so hard and he didn’t know who to turn to for help.  He just wanted to be able to sit with someone and tell that person all he felt, but he didn’t want them to know how weak he was.

***

“Justin,” Brian said.

“Brian,” Justin said.

“Justin,” Brian repeated.

“Brian!” Justin shouted.

“Okay then,” Isaac said.  “I don’t have time to spend my whole hour here while you two show me that you guys know each other’s name.”

Brian glared at Justin.

Justin rolled his eyes at the brunet.  “I’m not going to do anything if he doesn’t leave.”

Brian hated when Justin got like that.  “Whatever,” he said before he turned around and left.

“Are you okay?” Isaac asked.

Justin pouted. 

Isaac rolled his eyes.  “Okay, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” Justin told him.  “You’re not allowed to.”

“And who is allowed to?” Isaac asked smirking as he got the blue mat on the floor.

“Shut up,” Justin told him.

“Would that be Brian?” the therapist asked.  “I bet you like it when he calls you that.”

“You’re not being paid to talk,” Justin pointed out.

Isaac laughed.  

“I could have you fired,” Justin informed him.

“You’re already taken with me,” Isaac said as he lifted Justin and placed him on the mat.

Justin didn’t say anything.  He closed his eyes and let Isaac massage his body all over.  Then the therapist started stimulating the blond’s arms and legs.  

“How are you feeling?” Isaac asked as he pushed Justin’s leg up and then towards the blond’s chest.  “Deep breaths,” he reminded the blond.

“I’m thinking I want you here for more than an hour,” Justin said.

Isaac shook his head.  “Not yet, Justin.”

“But,” Justin tried to argue.

“Let me do my job,” Isaac said as he finished with the leg and started to do the same with the other one.  “I know what is best for you.”

Justin rolled his eyes.

“Right now I need your muscles to start responding,” Isaac said.  “But you also need to rest.”

“I’m just tired of this shit,” Justin told him as he lay on his back.  “Last time it didn’t take this long.  It’s been two fucking months and all I can do is open and close my fist.  And the fucking attacks are driving me nuts.  That never happened before.”

“This time is different,” Isaac pointed out.   “You’re expecting too much in so little time.”

Justin sighed.  “I’m so scared.”

“Of what?” Isaac asked him.  He was used to talking with his patients.  They always shared a special bond and they opened to him.  He knew that Justin was in a bad mood and that was okay.  It was frustrating enough trying your best and not seeing the results.  

“Of never getting back to my old self,” Justin said.  “Of Brian getting tired and leaving.”

“Are you nuts?” Isaac asked.  “Why would he do that?”

“Why would he want with a cripple like me?” Justin asked.

Isaac rolled his eyes.  “That man lives for you.”

Justin didn’t say anything. 

“If I was him I would have told you to fuck off a long time ago,” Isaac said smirking to let the blond know he was joking. “You can be such a kid sometimes, but I guess you must have some good qualities after all,” he said smirking.

Justin frowned.

“Brian loves you,” Isaac said.  “You two are very lucky to have each other.”

Justin pouted.  “Are we doing anything new today?” he asked trying to change the subject.

Isaac put Justin’s leg down and went to pull something from his bag. “Yes, he answered.  

“What?” Justin asked.

“You’re going to try and move the rest of your arm,” Isaac said.

“You want me to lift my whole arm?” Justin asked.  “Now who is expecting too much.”

“I don’t want you to lift it,” Isaac explained.  “I want you to move it.”

Justin frowned.

“Look at this,” Isaac said showing the blond a rectangular piece of pad.  

Justin looked at it.

Isaac lifted Justin’s arm carefully and put the mat under the blond’s hand and part of his arm.  “Feel the texture.”

Justin did and it was rough.  It had little bumps all over it.

“Do you feel the ridges?” Isaac asked.

“I do,” Justin replied. 

“Using your nails you’re going to claw at it and try to move your hand away from your body,” Isaac explained.  “That way you will be pulling your arm with your hand.”

Justin started to do that.  He kept trying as tears formed in his eyes.  He pulled with all his might until his nails hurt.  But he couldn’t move his arm, it was just too heavy.  “I can’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Isaac asked.  “You’re doing great?”

“You’re nuts,” Justin told him.

“Don’t you feel your muscles constricting and receding?” Isaac asked.

Justin tried one more time and felt it.  “I do.”

“I can see them twitching, Justin,” Isaac said.  “That’s a good sign.  That’s going to build your strength.”

“That’s the same bullshit you fed me about my hand,” Justin said.

Isaac laughed a bit.  “Yeah, it’s the same bullshit and look at it now.”

Justin wiggled his fingers and smiled at his therapist.  “Take that stupid grin off of your face.”

Isaac only smiled wider.