Later that evening, Brian heard Justin shifting on the bed. He hadn't moved from the spot he was at. "Brian?" Justin called softly from the stairs. Brain looked over. "Hmm?" "I'm going to go get us some food from the Diner." Justin told him, smoothing out his wrinkled shirt. Nodding, Brian stood up. "You want me to drive you?" Justin shook his head. "I think...I think I just need to walk. Clear my head a bit. I'll be back in an hour." Brian nodded again and sat down in his spot when Justin had gone. Justin just couldn't die. He was too young, to full of life, to much a part of Brian's life. Trying to imagine life without Justin didn't work. Life without Justin's smile, his constant nagging of Brian not eating enough, the way he would bite the inside of his cheek while he concentrated on studying, everything. Taking a breath Brian looked up. "I can not fucking believe i'm doing this." He sighed as he clasped his hands together. "God, I know that you and I don't see eye to eye. But I can't deal with this on my own." He stopped feeling vulnerable that he was talking to someone he didn't even know existed. "Fucking damnit! Why him? Hasn't he been through enough? Is this some sick joke that you came up with. Tear the one person who means the most to me out of my life, so i'll end up just the way I was?! Is that it?!" Brian screamed, pausing for a moment. "Look, i'm asking for him. Spare him. I would go through a fucking hundred radiation treatments if that's what it took to spare him. I would cut off my other ball, anything if you just give him back his invincibility. He's only 19, he shouldn't have to worry about HIV or AIDS. Please..." Brian stopped feeling exhausted. "What the hell?" A shocked voice came from behind him. Jumping up, Brian spotted the intruder. "Mikey." "Were you just...I mean what? Were you..?" Michael stammered. "Mikey I..." Brian started. Michael crossed to Brian. "So the little shit has AIDS?" "Shut the fuck up." Brian spat. "He finally got what he deserved." Than a thought hit him. "What about you? If that fucking whore has infected you I will kill him! I swear to God!" "Michael! Would you please shut the fuck up!" Brian screamed. "Don't you dare come into MY home and call MY partner a whore. He's not. And you fucking know it!" "But Brian, he has AIDS." Michael whined. Brian sighed. "So does Ben and Hunter." "That's different." "How?" Brian shot back. Michael was at a loss of words. "It just is!" "Because you love them. That's what makes it different? Tell me Mikey is this really about the possibility that Justin might have HIV or that I love him and am willing to stand by him." Brian looked Michael pointedly in the eyes. "You don't do love." Michael argued. Brian took a step closer the smaller man. "Don't fucking sit there and dictate what I do and don't do. You think i'm the same Brian Kinney that I was four years ago. I'm not! Justin has changed me. Made me want to change." "Hey! I got...Michael? What are you doing here?" Justin questioned, coming through the metal door. "I hope you fucking die a horrible and miserable death." Michael spat with an evil smile before leaving. Justin's face went pale. "He knows?" Brian nodded. "You told him?" "No." Justin swallowed hard. "Than how the fuck could he know? You fucking told him!" Dropping the food onto the counter, he turned heal and ran out of the apartment building. He had no idea where he was going but all he knew was that he had to get away.