It was nearly ten o'clock when Brian pulled up to his building. Justin had fallen fast asleep halfway through their trip home. Brian called Justin's name softly to wake him. When he didn't even stir, Brian decided it would be easier to carry the blond, instead of trying to rouse him. Justin's eyes opened slightly as he felt Brian scoop him up. He started to mumble something, but didn't make much sense because he was groggy. "Shhh...Sunshine, go back to sleep. We're home." Justin wrapped his arms around Brian's neck, and snuggled into him as the brunet carried him into the building. To his surprise, Brian managed to open the loft door without dropping Justin, which was quite an accomplishment. He gently deposited him on the bed, and with his hands on his hips, paused to look at the half smile on Justin's face before undressing him. He appeared to be in a dreamlike state, and from the looks of it, was having a good dream for a change. Brian felt thankful for that. In the morning, Justin woke before Brian. He figured Brian must have been exhausted from their venture, especially since he had done all the driving. He decided to lay there, and reflect upon the events of the previous day, while he waited on Mr. Kinney. About a half hour later, Brian got up and entered the bedroom. "How long have you been up?" "For a little while", Justin yawned, while stretching his arms above his head. "You should have called me." "Knowing how rare it is that you get a full night's rest, I decided I could wait a little longer." "Thanks", Brian said gratefully. First Brian helped Justin wash and dress. Then it was his turn to shower. He slipped into a black wife beater and an old pair of jeans, which hugged his body and showed off his considerable assets. Justin couldn't help but cast an appreciative glance of his lean muscular build. As they ate breakfast Justin spoke up, "I wanted to apologize." "What for?" "For acting like a brat, and feeling sorry for myself." "Oh that. Never mind Sunshine, as long as you realize now that it's not the end of the world", Brian preached. "I've definitely been inspired, and not only by the children." "What do you mean by that?", he asked, puzzled by Justin's statement. "Seems that you're not such a selfish shit after all. Besides being a generous contributor to the Center, you were really great with that little boy Raymond." "He reminded me of Gus. It made me appreciate how lucky I am that my son is healthy", Brian replied honestly. "In any case, I'm glad that the little munchkins were able to give you some clarity." "They did. Thank you for bringing me there." He smiled at the older man, and Brian felt his heart flutter, as a warm feeling spread throughout his body. It was the first time he had seen Justin smile in a long time, and it was just for him. Justin started his therapies that afternoon. Brian observed closely, and occasionally asked a question. He was pleased to note that Justin was not only cooperating, but putting a tremendous amount of effort into each exercise. By early evening, Justin was exhausted from his busy day. After dinner, which was Italian food from his favorite restaurant, he retired to bed at 8:30 pm. As Brian tucked him in, he enthused with a smirk, "If you keep working this hard every day, we'll have you walking in no time Sunshine." He gave Justin a pat on the shoulder, and attended to some work at the computer. Justin lapsed into a tranquil sleep, with a certain dark haired stud dominating his thoughts. It was his third night on the couch, and Brian couldn't believe how uncomfortable it was. "Shit!" Because of his long lanky legs, he had to virtually scrunch his body up to fit on it. He would share the bed with Justin, but he wanted to give him the space he needed. Besides, Brian would rather not be that close to Justin any way. The blond always had an unsettling affect on him. It was about two in the morning, when Brian was awakened by Justin crying in his sleep again. He approached the bed, and was startled when the young man bolted upright with a gasp. Brian sat on the bed to calm him, but he continued sobbing. Justin was fully awake by now, and began regaling Brian with his nightmare in between sobs. Brian hugged him as he recounted the horrific images he was experiencing of being hit by the car, and propelled into the air. After a few more moments, Justin seemed to be okay. "Better now?", Brian questioned as he pulled away to look at him. "Yes...but can you do me a favor?" "Depends on what the favor is Sunshine." "Can you sleep next to me and hold me, at least until I go to sleep", he asked in a vulnerable voice, sounding very much like a young child after a nightmare. Brian responded by pushing the covers away, and slipping under the sheets. They aligned their bodies in an all too familiar position, with Brian's arms encircling his ex-lover. As they spooned together, Justin remembered how safe and loved he always felt in Brian's embrace. His body began to respond to the touch of his former love. He had never stopped wanting him and loving him, and wondered if Brian could really feel the same after all this time. Brian brushed his fingers lightly up and down Justin's arm. Laying there behind his Sunshine, he was much too close to think clearly. He felt his cock start to twitch as he took in the sweet scent of the blond, which had always been like an aphrodisiac to him. Brian wanted to kiss away all his fears and pain, and make everything better. But he reminded himself to resist the strong attraction, because he would only get hurt in the end. Sometime after Justin was in a deep sleep, Brian removed himself from the bed. He padded over to the bathroom, and closed the door for privacy. Turning on the shower, he got in, and soaped himself up. Envisioning wicked thoughts of the blond in his bed, his hand glided up and down his cock, as he closed his eyes, and brought himself to a satisfying orgasm.