Something has been off with him since that night a week ago. Not off as in acting different, but in his tone of voice, in the way he touches me. It's more of a need then wanting. "Hey Jus, what time did Linds say she was bringing Gus over?" Justin looked up from his computer. "In an hour or so." I wrap my arms around him. "That's good." I smile pointing at the screen. "You're biased." I shrug and wrap my arms tighter around him. "If it sucked i'd tell you." "Sure." He laughs. Resting my chin atop of his head I run my hands down to his and lace our fingers together. "Are you okay?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "I don't know. You've been kinda off lately." I say softly. Justin shrugged. "I'm okay. Just a little stressed. The show at the GLC next week is stressing me out." "You've had solo shows in New York, Milan, Chicago and you're nervous about a silly amatuer fundraiser here in Pitts." I smiled and stepped next to the computer knowing that wasn't the entire truth. "Brian, I just want this to be good." Sighing, I nod. "I know you do. I'll leave you to your work." Taking a breath, I turn back to him. "Jus, you know you can talk to me. About anything. Fuck I sound like a-" "Lesbian?" He laughed. "You know you love it. Domestic life." "Whatever you say Sunshine." I comment with a smile, leaving him to his art. I couldn't pin point it but something was off and I had a bad feeling something big was going to happen.