The two just stood there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.  

"Can I come in?"  Justin managed out.

Wordlessly, Brian moved out of the way and let the blonde pass.  

"What are you doing here?"  Brian asked, sliding the door shut.

Justin shrugged.  "I don't really know...I mean...I don't know."

"Uh huh." The brunette responded as he moved to stand in back of the counter.  He moved to where he was standing in front of the blonde sitting at a bar stool.

"Are you alright?" Justin ran a hand through his hair.

Brian shrugged.  "Fabulous, dazzling."  

"Then why the hell haven't you answered my calls?!" 

"Busy, busy." He replied sarcastically.

The younger man heaved himself off the stool.  "To busy to call me.  To let me know you're safe!  To just, fucking, to just tell me you're still here!"  

The brunette looked to the bedroom to make sure Marissa was still sleeping.  He didn't want Justin to wake her up, but didn't want to have to explain his visitor either. 

"What?" Justin asked when he realized Brian was no longer looking at him.  He turned around to see where Brian's line of sight was.  "There's someone in there.  Isn't there?"  

Brian shook his head. "What?  No."

"There is!  You have a trick in there!  You have a fucking trick in there that you're afraid I'm going to wake up!" He exclaimed starting to make his way to the bed.

"Wait!  Justin, it's-" Brian took off after the artist.

"Wake up!  Wakey, wakey!" Justin was fuming.  "Wake up you fucking...little girl!" 

The blonde was shocked.  <i>What the hell?</i>

"What the hell?"

"Justin...I-"  Brian couldn't finish his sentence before another knock came at the door.  "Go sit on the sofa."  He took the blonde's arm and led him to the living area before answering the door.

"Oh God Brian!  I was so scared!"  A woman whom Justin had never seen before entered the apartment.

Brian nodded.  "She's here.  She's okay.  She's napping.  It's alright Liz."

Liz nodded too and wiped the tears that ran down her cheeks.  "Thank God."  She threw herself into Brian's arms and sighed in relief.

"She's in the bedroom.  Why don't you go check on her?"  Brian suggested, extracting the woman from him.

"Okay, okay." Liz nodded again and headed towards the bed.  

"Care to explain?" Justin was pissed.

Brian closed his eyes and wondered when the hell Justin got to his side. 

"Didn't think so."  The artist blow out a breath.  

Just then, Liz with Marissa in arms headed towards them.  "Thank you so much Brian!"

Brian nodded.  "No problem.  I'm just glad she's alright."

Liz smiled slightly and Brian opened the door for her.  

"You know, any time Marissa wants to see me...it's okay."

"I'll keep that in mind."  She smiled wider and kissed Brian on the cheek before making her way into the elevator.

Justin shook his head.  "Who are you?"

"What?"

"Who are you?"  The blonde took a breath.  "I leave for a little while and come back and you have this whole different life.  I come here and you have a young girl sleeping in your bed for fuck sake!"

"You make me sound like a fucking child molester.!" Brian was getting angry.  "It was your decision to leave!"

"My decision?!" 

Brian knew he crossed a line.

"Who's decision?  You, Lindsey, my mom, the whole God damn family suggests, no tells me to go.  To live my dream in New York, when everyone knew that I was perfectly content to marry you.  That that's what I wanted!" 

"You got on that plane.  You went to New York.  Ultimately it was your choice.  Don't you fucking dare put this on anyone else."  Brian growled.

Justin sighed and almost slumped against the wall.  "You're right.  I got on the plane.  I went to New York.  You didn't force me onto the plane.  And you wouldn't let me be happy either.  You know...maybe New York was it.  Was my fantasy.  But you, you were everything.  Our relationship was everything to me.  Why couldn't you see that?"

Brian could only look away.  

"I guess you still can't."  The blonde turned and walked out the already open door.  

The brunette, if only for a moment, wanted to run after him.  Instead he shut the door and thought maybe for the first time in his life he couldn't control everything.