Brian was furious. How dare Mikey? What gave him the fucking right? He went to grab a bottle of Beam when the phone started ringing. "Fuck Mikey. I'm not answering it!" Brian screamed at the phone before he heard a panicked voice fill the loft. "Brian! This is Tonya, one of Justin's friends. If you're there pick up. Brian! Pick up the damn phone!" "Yeah?" "Brian, Justin's having a panic attack. I can't get him to calm down." She was practically hysterical. "Put the phone up to his ear." He didn't care about anything else at that moment as he went into gear to try and get Justin to calm down. "It's there Brian!" She screamed. Brian took a deep breath. "Justin, Justin. It's Brian. You are okay now. You are safe. Just concentrate on breathing. Slowly. Pretend I'm right there with you. My arms around you. You are safe..." He trailed as he heard Justin's breathing start to even out. "You're okay now Sonnyboy." "Brian why didn't you-" Brian didn't want to hear the rest of that question. Didn't want to go there. He quickly disconnecting the call. Fuck! Justin was having panic attacks again. Probably because of him. Shit. For a brief moment he thought about coming clean to the blond. Letting him know what was really happening. But then something stopped him. He couldn't. Just couldn't. So he just sat for a long time staring. Not really feeling anything.