“Justin,” Craig said. Justin looked at his father. “What?” “I know it’s him,” Craig said and pointed at Brian who was on the floor, face down, in a pool of blood. “No!” Justin shouted with all his might. The blond sat up and looked around. His breathing was fast and he quickly got off the bed. He quickly grabbed his cell phone and dialed the brunet’s number. He looked at himself in the mirror as he listened to the ringing. He had unshed tears in his eyes and his skin was as cold as ice. “Yeah,” Brian answered in a groggy voice. “Couldn’t wait to hear my voice?” The blond sighed. “God, Brian.” “What is it?” Brian asked, getting alert. “Nothing,” the blond said. “It was stupid.” “Are you okay?” the brunet asked him. “I’ll see you today, kay?” Justin asked. "Justin, what's wrong?" the man asked. "It's nothing really," the teen assured him. "Um, we'll talk later." “Fine,” Brian told him. “I’ll wait for you to get here.” “Later,” the blond whispered and hung up. The blond was still jumpy from the nightmare he had. He took a shower and got dressed quickly. When he was going down the stairs his whole body froze up. “Justin, come here,” Craig said as he looked up at his son. The blond swallowed and finished going down. He followed his father into his study. Craig sat down at his desk and nodded towards one of the chairs. Justin went and sat down. “So?” Justin asked, a bit nervous. “Your mother told me about the conversation you two had,” Craig said. “Is that the truth?” The blond frowned and then shook his head quickly. “No, I was only kidding, dad. I was…I’m sorry.” Craig arched a brow. "I was bored," the blond quipped. "Right," Craig said and leaned back in his chair. For a few minutes the office was filled with silence. “I invited the McKenzie family over,” the man told his son. Justin opened his mouth to talk and then closed it. “What?” “Their son, Rupert is a good boy,” Craig stated. “Are you serious?” Justin asked, getting up. “You find out that I’m gay and the first thing you do is try to set me up with someone?” Craig looked at his son waiting to see what his point was. “God, dad,” Justin said. “I don’t need to meet him.” “So you have a boyfriend,” Craig said. “No,” Justin said and sat back down. “I just said it to see how mom would react, but I’m not seeing anyone. I'm just...I said it to see what would happen?" "I see," the man said. “You will be here tonight then.” “I have plans, plus Rupert is not my type,” the blond told him. “I like older man.” Craig, instead of frowning, was thinking of who else was worthy of his son. “Can I go?” Justin asked. “Justin,” Craig said getting up. “I don’t want you to rush into anything. You're young and you can make mistakes. Don't hang with anyone that doesn't deserve you." Justin knew that what his father really was saying was not to get mixed with anyone that didn't have money. “Dad,” Justin said. “Are you serious about this whole thing? I mean, you’re not angry?” Craig sighed. “I would have liked for it to be different but we had our suspicions.” The blond nodded slightly. “I’m going out.” “Is it the Spencer kid?” Craig asked. “I don’t have a boyfriend, dad,” the blond said rolling his eyes. “I was kidding, seriously. I have to go now. I’m going to meet my friends.” “Fine,” Craig said. “Do you need money?” “Uh, no, I’m okay,” Justin told him. “Really?” Craig asked arching a brow. Justin stopped and walked over to his father. “Okay, I could use one of your credit cards.” “Do you still have yours?” Craig asked opening his wallet. “Yeah, but it needs to be paid before I can use it again. I went over my limit for the month,” the blond said. Craig nodded, not at all surprised. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened. “Thanks dad,” Justin said, smiling as he grabbed the credit card. “We could take tomorrow to buy you a car,” Craig said. “Today I have some business to do.” “Mom told me I could use the Benz until I got my own car,” Justin pointed out. “Just be careful,” Craig said. Justin nodded before he kept on walking. He got in the car and drove to see Brian. He was so happy with how things were going. Two days ago Brian had come to talk to his father about resigning and Craig had told him that it was fine. Brian got his last check before he was on his way. The blond found the parking lot that Brian told him about, saying that if he parked in front of his building, not to expect the car to be in the same condition he had left it, if he found the car at all. After he paid and got his ticket he quickly walked to Brian's building. “What do you want?” Michael asked as he opened the door to find Justin at the other side. Justin pushed himself inside. “What the fuck is your problem?” Michael asked. “What is yours?” Justin asked. “This is not your palace, princess,” Michael told him smirking. “My boyfriend lives here,” Justin pointed out. “And only Brian gets to call me princess, you ass.” “Shut up,” Michael told him. Justin could hear the shower so he didn’t bother to ask where Brian was. He went to the fridge and grabbed a soda before he sat at the table. There was a bag of take out food on top of it. He pushed it away from him and then looked at Michael, who was staring at him. “What?” Justin asked. “I didn’t say anything,” the man told him. Justin chuckled and took a sip from his drink. “I don’t know what the hell he sees in you,” Michael whispered as he came closer. “Dude,” Justin said. “I’m totally hot. Have you looked at my ass?” Michael frowned. “You’re so full of yourself. Brian was right. You’re nothing but a brat.” Justin laughed at that. “I’m his brat, stupid.” “Don’t call me stupid!” Michael hissed. “What are you doing here?” Justin asked suddenly. “I came to talk to Brian,” Michael said. “None of your business of course.” “I bet you want to convince him how I’m no good for him,” Justin pointed out. He could only imagine it. “Well, you’re not,” Michael pointed out. “I care about him,” Justin said. “Brian knows that. I love him and he loves me.” “You’re wrong,” Michael said. “He doesn’t care about you.” Justin frowned momentarily. “He’s just using you because you have money,” Michael told him. “You’re just angry that he’s not fucking you,” Justin said. “I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Michael gasped in shocked. He took a step back. “You want to be the one screaming his name as he plunges into you,” Justin told him. “But he chose me so I get to moan out his name as he gives it to me.” "You have no shame," Michael said. The blond laughed at that. “He’ll get tired of you,” Michael pointed out. “You don’t get it,” Justin told him. “You guys have been friends all this time. You’ve always been there for him. If it was going to happen, it would have a long ass time ago.” Michael opened his mouth to say something but Justin didn’t let him. “He loves me and there is nothing you can do about it,” Justin told him. “Step in my way and I’ll fucking stomp on you like the roach you are.” “Justin,” Brian said as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He didn’t know what Michael had said to Justin but maybe the blond was being a bit harsh towards his friend. Justin bit his lower lip. Michael smirked and gloated at the blond. “That’s not a nice thing to say,” Brian told him. “I’m sorry,” Justin said like a little kid. “I guess I’m in need of a spanking very soon.” Brian smirked as he walked over to the blond. He bent down and kissed him hard. Then he pulled back. “Let me get dressed and we’ll get out of here.” “What about the food I got you?” Michael asked. “Leave it in the fridge,” Brian said. “I want to go out to eat at a nice restaurant. I feel like celebrating.” “Celebrating what, Brian?” Michael asked. “My good fortune,” Brian said and winked at Justin before he went to get dressed. “I so know what he’s talking about,” Justin said smiling at Michael. “I’m his partner.” “You’re so childish,” Michael told him. “Whatever you say, you senile man,” Justin told him. Brian was chuckling as he heard Michael and Justin arguing. The blond turned into such a brat sometimes. He sighed knowing that they were just fighting for his attention. Michael had come earlier trying to supposedly talk some sense into him. Sooner or later his friend would see that he loved Justin and maybe back off. *** The blond sighed as he got up. He pushed his covers away and stretched on the bed. He looked around and then sat up before grabbing his alarm clock. "Damn," he said as he quickly got up to get a shower and leave. When he was almost out of the house, his mother called him so he had to go back to her. "Justin, what time is it?" Jennifer asked. "Two," he told her. "You must have been really tired," she said as she put Jason in his high chair. Justin rolled his eyes and sat down at the dining table. "Mom, I’ve got to go." "At what time did you come back?" Jennifer asked. Justin shrugged and didn't answer. He had finally made it back around four in the morning. After Brian and him went to the restaurant with Michael tagging along, they had gone to Woody’s. Then they had gone back to Brian's apartment to keep up the celebration. That was one place where Michael hadn't been invited. They had stayed up all night fucking before Justin had told his boyfriend that he had to go home. "I don't like this," Jennifer told him. "Mom," Justin said. "It's Sunday. It's okay." Melissa, who was there trying to feed Jason, hid away the smirk that was threatening to come out. The blond had everyone wrapped around his finger and when he started whining, few people could resist, if any. Jennifer shook her head. "It's not. Last night we waited for you. We had guests." "I told dad that I had plans," he said. Jennifer stared at her son. "What is going on with you?" "Why?" Justin asked. "Are you doing drugs?" she asked him. The blond chuckled. "No mom, really. I'm allergic anyways." The woman didn't know what was happening to her older son and she was worried. "I want you here before nightfall." "Are you serious?" Justin asked. "I have plans, mom." "With who?" Jennifer asks. "My friend," he told her. "And what friend would this be?" she asked arching a brow. Jason pushed his plate, which was full of oatmeal, into the floor before he laughed and clapped his little hands. Justin smiled and leaned closer to caress the baby's cheek. "Do not ignore me," she said sternly. Melissa wondered if Jen knew how her kid was playing. She knew all the signs. "Mom," Justin whined. "Come on. I'll be back by twelve." "No," she told him. "I'll take the keys away if you pull that one." The blond thought about it. "Okay," he said. "How about eleven?" "Ten," she told him. "I love you, mom," he said as he got up and kissed her. "Bye." Jennifer sighed as she watched him go. She looked at Jason and smiled. "I think your brother has a boyfriend after all. Don't worry, mommy will find out who that is." Jason kicked his feet happily as he watched Melissa on the floor cleaning the mess he did. Melissa looked at Jennifer wondering if the woman would say anything to the baby. But then guessed not. That's why her kids were so manipulative. They could get away with anything. Jason was going to be just another copy of his older brother. World watch out, the nanny thought. *** "I'm tired," Justin said. Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek. He stopped looking at the paper and looked at the blond. "You said you wanted to come." "But I didn't know you were going to take forever and a day, Brian," the blond complained. "I mean, how hard is it, picking out a place. What about the third one we saw? It was perfect." "No," the brunet said. "You're so picky," Justin told him. "Well, I picked you," the brunet told him. Justin smiled at that. "Yeah, you did," he said happily as he drove them. "Where are we going?" Brian asked. "Drive-through," the blond replied. "I'm starving." "Next you'll tell me you're hot," Brian said and shook his head. "Then it will be that you have a headache and next thing..." "Shut up," the blond responded. "What do you want?" "I'll have the heart attack and clogged arteries, please," the brunet teased. "Seriously," Justin told him. "I'm not eating from," Brian said as he leaned forward to see the sign. "Burger King? Justin, really. It's a heart attack waiting to happen." "Whatever you say, old man," Justin said smirking. The brunet rolled his eyes and kept on marking places. He heard Justin asking for food and either the blond wanted him to eat or he was really starving. "It's $9.35," Justin told him. "And?" Brian asked, once again looking at his man. "Aren't you going to pay?" the blond asked smirking, as he accelerated. "Uh, you got plenty of money," the older man pointed out. "Yeah, but you're my boyfriend," Justin told him, smiling sweetly. "And you're mine," Brian said. "You can pay for your own food, I believe. You're a big boy." Justin stuck his tongue out at him and pulled out a credit card. "Is that even yours?" Brian asked. "My mom's," the blond replied. "Uh, we should take a break and go see a movie. I'll pay." "She'll pay," the brunet pointed out. Justin frowned. "What are you trying to say?" "Nothing," Brian told him. "Right," Justin said and then handed the credit card to the lady at the window. It got charged and then he got it back and his receipt before moving to get his food. Once that was done, Justin drove them to the park. "What are we doing here?" Brian asked. "We can have a picnic," the blond told him smiling. "Come on." Brian sighed and undid his seatbelt. "Take that," Justin said meaning the bag. "Uh, how about no?" Brian asked. "I'm not your maid." The blond rolled his eyes and grabbed his own food. They got out of the car and sat at one of the benches. Justin ate and from time to time talked to the brunet while the older man kept looking at the ads. After the blond was done eating, he was quiet. It took Brian only seconds to notice but he didn't say anything. He knew that Justin was staring at him. "You know," the blond said. "I'm not tired anymore." Brian stared at him and arched a brow. "I'm horny," Justin told him. The brunet smirked. "Well, that..." the man paused as he folded the newspaper. "I can help you with, brat." *** The blond was excited to see Brian. He'd taken a day off from school two days ago and had gone with his father to buy a car. He ended up with a 3 series convertible BMW. His father had put a lot of more money into it because Justin wanted it to be dark blue with racing stripes. Now the car was in his possession and he couldn't wait to show it to Brian. He'd called the older man and Brian told him where he was, so Justin happily drove there. When the teenager arrived he frowned, not sure he got the right address. He called Brian again just to make sure before he went through the two blue doors. He was scared out of his mind as he moved around until Brian and an old lady came to view. "Brian, what's going on here?" Justin asked. "This is Elizabeth," the brunet informed him. "She's the realtor." "Hi," Justin said and shook the woman's hand. "I'm Justin Taylor?" "Taylor?" she asked. "I've heard that name before." "Oh?" Justin said but didn't say anything else. He swallowed, hoping she didn't bring it up again. He didn't want anyone to know that he and Brian were seeing each other. After the dreams he was having, he didn't want anything hinting that he and Brian were a couple. And the woman might know someone who knew someone who knew his father and then things would get ugly. "So this is it," Brian told him. "Could I speak with you for a second, Brian?" Justin said and turned to the lady. "Excuse us a moment." She nodded and watched them move away. "Have you lost your mind?" Justin asked. Brian smirked and shook his head. "You cannot be serious, Brian," the blond said and crossed his arms. "This place is a total dump." "It’s not that bad," the brunet pointed out. “There is no way you like this place," the blond argued. "I mean, what happened to your common sense? Tell her you changed your mind and don't want it." “Already bought it,” Brian said. Justin frowned. “Look at it with the eyes of an artist,” Brian told him. “You said you used to like to paint.” “You remember?” Justin asked. “Of course I did,” Brian told him. The blond smiled like a total fool. "Excuse me," Elizabeth said. "I don't mean to interrupt but I have to go. I have some clients to meet," she said. She had come to the place to have some final papers signed and to give Brian the keys to the place. Justin kept quiet as Brian and her exchanged a few words. "So," Brian said. "You are one crazy person, Brian," Justin told him. "It will be alright," Brian assured him. "Come on, I want to show you something." "What was this place before?" Justin asked. "A bath," the brunet told him. "Uh?" Justin asked as he followed his partner. "A place where guys came to fuck," Brian told him. "They walked around naked, some with a towel and they looked and waited until the perfect trick came along." "Did you come here?" Justin asked frowning. "Some times," Brian told him. "A long time ago." "Mmm," Justin said as they went through the doors and got into a room. "This is going to be my office," the brunet said. "And that right there, is going to be the bathroom. They will fix it up and it will be alright." "No, it is not," Justin said. "God, I'm going to have to slap some sense into you." Brian turned around and grabbed Justin in mere seconds. He kissed him hard and walked with him until he was crushing the blond into a wall. He felt the blond fighting him so he stopped the kiss. "Let me go, right now!" Justin yelled as if someone was attacking him. "Let me go!" "What is with you?" Brian asked calmly. "My back!" Justin yelled. The brunet thought he had hurt Justin and quickly pulled away. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." "You didn't," Justin assured him. "But the wall is dirty and this is my new leather jacket. Do you like it?" Brian arched his brows and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. He shook his head, not believing the man in front of him. Then he grinned and once again had the teen pinned to the wall. "Brian!" Justin hissed. "I want you," Brian told him. “No!” Justin yelled with all his might. Brian laughed as he held him in place. He wasn't going to fuck Justin there before, but now he was. "Disgusting," Justin shrieked. "Oh god, Brian. I'm going to vomit." "You won't," the brunet whispered. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. My cock is going to bury so deep in you that nothing else will matter. I'll fuck you until you pass out and you'll be happy about it." The blond's cock reacted. He grunted as he stopped thinking how his back was pressed against the dirty walls and started imagining Brian's cock deep in him already. He gasped when he felt Brian's wet tongue at his neck. He arched up against the man. "Let's go some other place," Justin said. "I got my car." "Be quiet," Brian told him. "You're ruining the moment." "Please," Justin begged but his eyes were closed and he had his head thrown back. "You're going to have me hard and fast," Brian said. "You're mine, remember? I can do what I want with you," he said and roughly turned the blond to face the wall. "Brian," Justin moaned when he felt Brian's manhood pressed against him. The brunet quickly undid Justin's pants and started rubbing the teen's hole. Justin moaned and didn't even realize that his hands were resting on the wall in front of him. Brian searched for a condom in his jeans and when he found it, he held it on his mouth. Then he unbuttoned his black jeans and pulled out his cock. He ripped the condom and stopped teasing Justin as he put it on. When the blond came out of his haze, he was about to turn around and protest yet again, but Brian was quicker. "Don't say a word," Brian said huskily. "I'm going to fuck you now." Justin's body tingled all over. He felt the tip of Brian's cock at his entrance and his hips pushed back. "That's a good boy," Brian grunted and started pushing inside. "Brian," the blond hissed. The brunet pushed inside with nothing but the help of the lubed condom. He knew that his blond was going to be sore but he wanted him like that. He wanted Justin to be reminded of that moment; of him. When the brunet was all the way inside, he grabbed Justin's hips roughly and leaned closer to the smaller man. Then the older man wrapped his free arm around Justin's waist. "Brian," the blond whispered. "So hot and tight," Brian drawled and then started moving. It was hard and fast and sweat adorned their skin. Justin kept moaning about nothing in particular. Brian knew they weren't going to last long. He let his teeth run along Justin's creamy skin, making the blond jump with the feeling. He then bit Justin's left shoulder as he started playing with Justin's cock. "I'm so close," Justin hissed and pushed back against his lover. It took a lot from the brunet but he stopped. "Fuck me, Brian," the blond mewled. "Oh fuck Jesus! There...mother fucker...so good! Just fuck me, please. Harder...please...don't stop, please..." Brian moved his hips very slowly knowing that Justin was dangling on the edge. "Oh fuck you!" Justin shouted with all his might. "What is that?" Brian asked. "I want to come," Justin said trying to reach for his cock but Brian was faster. The brunet grabbed Justin's wrist and pinned them above his head with one hand. Justin was on his toes trying to push back into the man, but he didn't have any kind of leverage. "Fuck me..." the blond mumbled. "Fuck me...hard...fuck me." Brian grinned as his eyes closed and then started pounding inside his boyfriend once again. "Jus," he muttered as he let go of Justin's wrists. Justin bit his lower lip as his balls tightened. The teen clawed at the wall and shuddered against Brian's body. He was shooting his jizz all over himself. Brian bit his shoulder hard and with one final thrust he orgasm. They stayed like that for a few seconds. The brunet pulled out and got rid of the condom before he zipped his pants back up after having pushed his dick back inside. "Fuck you!" Justin said as he turned around while he did his pants. The brunet laughed. He stared at Justin's face with an amused smile. Justin looked like a piece of him was going to fall off because he had come in contact with the wall; even thought he'd only touched it with his hands and his back which was covered. "I've been in worst places you know," Brian said and he wasn't lying. "Don't talk to me right now," the blond said. Brian grinned. “I need a shower!” Justin yelled. "And...a...freaking tetanus shot!" Brian threw his head back and laughed. He so knew that Justin would say something like that. *** Once they were out of the building Justin didn't even bother to tell Brian about his car. He just drove with the man to Brian's apartment. The first thing that Justin did was jump in the shower. When he came out Brian was on the phone. Justin stayed naked as he walked to the kitchen, where Brian was and sat on his lap. Brian caressed Justin's chest as he spoke. The blond could only wonder who it was and each time that passed he kept getting angrier and angrier with the conversation. "Yes," Brian said and rolled his eyes. "I know you think you know me better than anyone." Justin swallowed and wondered who it could be. "Is that Michael?" he asked in a low voice. Brian shook his head and put a finger over his own mouth to signal Justin that he should keep quiet. "Of course not. Look, if you do this I know we can make it. You rock. I'll say this once...you're the best I ever had. If you repeat it to anyone I might have to kill you." Justin heard laughter at the other end. "You will do that?" Brian asked. "That's a risky move. Mmm, mmph. Okay. Then, you will do it?" The blond had a pout in place already. His blue eyes darkened with his anger. "Okay, I'll talk to you later, Cynthia," Brian said. "My boyfriend is here," he said and heard the woman screaming at his ear. "See, you don't know me as well as you think," he said before he hung up. "Who was that?" Justin asked. "My assistant," Brian told her. "Was...soon to be once again." "You're giving her a job?" Justin asked smiling, all his anger gone by then. The brunet nodded. "She's one of the best. I'll let her be whatever she wants as long as she works for me." "She's that good," Justin said as he got comfortable on Brian's lap. The older man smiled. "She is." "Did you like my car?" Justin asked suddenly. "Weren't we having a conversation about me?" Brian asked. "It's my turn now," Justin told him. The brunet laughed at that. "Yeah, I did. It's very you." "I'm so proud of you Brian," Justin said as he moved so that he was straddling the man. Brian caressed the outside of Justin's thighs. He smiled as he saw Justin's cock reacting to that. "I'm very proud of you too, boy." "Brian," Justin said. "I'm not talking to you," Brian said still staring at the teen's member. "This is a private conversation." The blond laughed and started tickling the older man. "Stop it." "Okay, okay," Brian said and wrapped his arms around Justin's waist. "I know you can do this," Justin said. "I'm so excited." The brunet smiled at that. "Me too, feel it?" "Brian!" Justin shouted and laughed. "So what about you?" Brian asked. "What do you mean?" the teen asked frowning as he moved back a bit. "Well, you're going to be done with school soon," Brian told him. "What are you going to do?" “I have no idea,” Justin told him. "Probably nothing." The brunet arched a brow. "So you're going to live off your parents for the rest of your life?" "No," Justin said. "I want to live with you." Brian laughed at that. "No way." "You don't want me living with you?" Justin asked. "No, it’s not that," Brian assured him. "Maybe later on that can happen." Justin smiled. "But we're not your parents," Brian told him. "I'm not going to work while you stay at home tending to the kids and doing nothing." Justin felt himself getting red. For the first time in his life he was feeling something that he'd never had before. He was completely insecure of how to act or what to say next. He swallowed and stared at the man. "You are smart Justin," Brian told him. "Look, seriously I wouldn't mind at all having you living with me. Heck, if this goes as planned you can probably stay at home and I can be the one bringing on the bacon." The blond bit his lower lip. He felt like he was five as Brian spoke to him. He felt tears threatening to come out but he controlled it. He felt his face getting really hot. "I want you to be able to do whatever you want, Justin. I want you to be able to tell the world to fuck off because you're your own man and can be independent," the brunet explained. "I don't want you ever depending on others." "Okay," Justin said lowering his head. "Justin," Brian said lifting his boyfriend's head. "I'm not saying this to make you feel bad." "It's just...what am I going to do?" Justin asked. "I mean my dad took me to his company once and all I wanted to do was take a damn stapler and shut my eyes and ears close." "Wow," Brian said. "I don't like business," the younger man said. "I just...I don't know." "What about your art?" Brian asked. The blond shrugged. “Why don’t you start painting again,” Brian said. “I bet you’re not half bad and the good thing is you won’t have to be a starving artist.” Justin giggled. “I don’t know. I’ll have to see.” “You can do anything you want,” Brian muttered. “My parents said it was a waste of time,” Justin said and shrugged. “So I gave it up.” “Well, sometimes parents are wrong,” the brunet said. “You have to sit back and see what you really want. It’s not what I want or what they want or what your friends want. When it comes down to it, you have to make your own choices.” “How did you got so smart?” Justin asked. "Life," Brian told him somberly. The blond nodded slightly. "Can I just stay home raising our kids?" Justin asked. "My job would be that. It's hard work, you know. Plus working too hard would make me age faster and then I won't be as hot. And I do have to look presentable for when you take me out and your clients get to know me. And the parties..." "Okay, okay," Brian said. "Tell me you're going to think about what we talked." The blond shrugged and nodded. "I'll think about it." Brain frowned and then smiled. He knew how Justin was. Yes, the boy was a total snob and he was too old now to change him, but that was okay. He loved him like that. The teen wouldn’t be his brat if he wasn’t so full of himself. “I’m your brat,” Justin said after seeing Brian’s face. He so knew that was what Brian was thinking. Brian smiled and they kissed. For now he was going to drop the issue but he really hoped that Justin listened to him. He wanted Justin to make something out of himself and not just become a trophy for anyone to show around. "I love you," the blond whispered close to Brian's ear. The brunet smiled and nodded. He loved his man too, no matter how he was.