Saturday came and went without any huge blowouts.  

"You know you can keep some of your stuff here.  For next time you visit." Justin told Brian as he put the last of his clothes into the Armani bag.  

The brunette shrugged.  

"You want something to eat?  I can make you something before you go." Justin suggested.

Brian shook his head.  "I probably should be getting back to my car so I can drive all through today."

The blond nodded.  "I can go with you to get your car." 

Again the older man shook his head.  "No, it's okay.  You stay here.  Work on your art.  You have a <i>show</i> soon."

Justin smiled sheepishly.  "I'm sorry I didn't tell you.  It really isn't anything big.  But I'll call you once I know exactly when it is."

Brian nodded.  "You're doing well."  He commented.  "Well besides living in a shit hole."

"It's not that bad and I'm surviving, hardly call that well." Justin laughed.

The brunette pulled Justin to him.  "Don't sell yourself short.  You came here without a clue and..."

Justin pulled back, slightly concerned.  "Brian?"

"I'm just... I'm proud of you." Brian mumbled picking up his bag.

"Brian?" Justin prompted again.

"Well I should get going." The brunette added as if he didn't hear the blond.

Justin just stood for a minute as Brian brought their lips together.  

"Call me when you get home?" Justin asked.

Brian nodded.

"I love you." The younger man added softly.

Brian nodded again.

"Later?"  It was more of a question.

Brian gave him yet another nod as he left the apartment.

Justin stood dumbfounded for a second.  <i>What the fuck just happened?</i>