“I love you,” Justin says softly as they lay in bed together. After the three men were killed by police during the brutal stand off, Brian and Justin returned to their hotel room without a word. Carl let them go. He knew they needed this. And as they slowly undressed one another and crawled into bed, the two men simply held on to one another; listening to each other’s heart beats; grateful that they were alive and still together. “I love you too,” Brian replies, kissing his lover softly, wanting to never let go. “Did you see everything?” Justin asks, refusing to move and knowing that Brian didn’t want him to move either. “Yes,” Brian voice is raw. He hated watching the horror unfold before his eyes. He saw and heard it all. Justin had a listening device attached to his undershirt. “Are you okay?” “I’m here, aren’t I?” “But are you okay?” Silence. Looking up at his lover’s beautiful hazel eyes, Justin answers, “Yes.” Brian doesn’t smile. He doesn’t have to. He’s too relieved to smile, if that makes sense; and to Justin it does. “Me too.” “Is it over?” “I hope so, Sunshine. I really hope so.” Closing his eyes, Justin snuggles deeper against Brian’s chest. “I love you.” “I love you too.”