Smiling, Justin wraps himself around Brian’s lean body, “I can’t believe we’re married.” “Regretting it already, Sunshine?” Brian teases. “Never.” Justin replies, kissing his husband’s shoulder. Closing his eyes, he’s thoughtful for a moment, “And you’re a permanent resident of the Netherlands… I can’t believe you went through with all that paperwork… and buying this apartment… and…” “Why wouldn’t I want to be a resident here? Have you forgotten what’s legal in this country?” Justin laughs, “How could I? I’m surprised you haven’t already bankrupted the local coffee shop.” “Of course not,” Brian replies with a smile as he reaches over to open the night table drawer, “They had plenty to go around.” Pulling out a bag, he sits up, “Want some?” Still laughing, Justin sits up, “When in Rome….” Brian chuckles. Opening the bag he begins to make a joint while Justin watches. “I can’t wait to get this fuckin’ thing off my leg,” Justin announces suddenly. Brian glances at the cast, “It’s not that bad, Justin.” “Whatever, Brian. It’s a fuckin’ pain.” “Better than being dead,” he states, finishing the wrap. Justin frowns; he didn’t like being reminded of that. Taking the joint out of Brian’s hand, he waits for his partner to light it before inhaling. “Three weeks isn’t that long,” Brian comments. Justin tries to speak, but instead starts to cough. “Too strong?” Brian asks, amused. Bringing the joint to his lips, he takes a hit and is surprised by the immediate effect. “Shit, this is good.” Laughing, Justin leans against his husband, “I like Amsterdam.” Taking the joint, he inhales it again before handing it back to Brian. Brian chuckles, “It’s nice.” “Yeah… and we’re married too…” “You’re stoned… on only two hits.” Brian laughs, shaking his head. He takes another hit, “Fuck, this is really good.” Smiling, Justin lies back down on the bed, “You know what’ll be even better?” “Fucking?” “You read my mind.”