Lost - 5 ***************************** The next morning Justin woke to an empty bedroom. He wasn’t sure how Brian had managed to get Gus up and out of the room without waking him. He stretched under the warm blankets dreading the moment he had to leave the bed. It was cold in the house but even colder upstairs. Justin wondered who else was up. More than likely everyone was up and asking tons of questions about him. He sighed and covered his face with his arm as he closed his eyes. If he were being honest he would admit that running away had been a huge mistake. He’d admit that he was fucking lucky he wasn’t positive or worse, dead. The thought of anyone finding out how ‘lucky’ he was made him pull the blanket up over his head. How could he ever hope that anyone could understand? He thought about lying then knew it would come out eventually. He would just tell the truth and if they rejected him or even threw him out then at least he could go forward with no false illusions as to where he sat with them. Feeling more defiant than confident he gathered up his jeans and pulled out a cable knit sweater. It was his favorite. It was a deep blue and he knew the moment Brian looked at him that the older man liked it as well. He grabbed Gus’ pacifier from the crib and headed down to face the music. When he descended the stairs he realized that he had been right. Everyone was up but him. He could hear them all talking loudly in the kitchen and Gus was being fussy. As he entered the room he noticed Melanie struggling to calm the baby as Lindsay offered him various toys. Justin came up from behind and easily slipped the pacifier into Gus’ mouth surprising both the mothers and the baby. Gus instantly quieted and reached for Justin. Justin smiled and accepted the baby holding him close. “Well aren’t you a life saver.” Mel replied rubbing a hand up Justin’s back then returning to her breakfast. “How did you sleep?” Michael asked snidely. “Okay once Brian stopped kicking me out of bed.” He looked over meeting hazel eyes and was surprised to see humor in them. “I believe that was you that was kicking me out of bed, Sunshine.” Brian replied sipping his coffee. “Touché.” Justin replied refusing to consider the involuntary flinch Brian gave. He’d hadn’t meant it as a jab but now realized it could be taken that way. He was about to apologize but decided that maybe it was a good thing for Brian to know how it felt to be kicked out of something warm and safe only to land on his ass. “You probably startled him.” Emmett admonished trying to ease the tension that was now engulfing the small table. “You should never try to fuck someone while they are sleeping. I had this friend, Roberto, and he decided to fuck his partner while the man was sleeping, but he startled him and the partner suddenly jumped out of bed, and took Roberto’s dick with him.” The table erupted in laughter as the tension bled away.. “You mean he pulled it off?” Justin asked still trying to sort out the physics. “That Sunshine is a real fairy tale.” Ted replied. Justin merely nodded as Vic rose and offered him his chair. Justin accepted it along with Gus’ sipping cup. “He’s missed you.” Deb announced. “Look at the way he’s looking at you.” “He doesn’t remember me.” Justin replied without emotion, but smiled down at the little boy feeling his heart twist a bit at the love he saw in the familiar hazel eyes. ‘Wrong Kinney.’ Justin thought as the shifted the baby so that he could get a better hold on the cup. “Sure he does.” Lindsay replied. “You always were his favorite baby sitter.” “So Justin,” Michael interrupted ready for some answers. He had no intention of sitting idly by while the twink took advantage of Brian again. “What have you been doing in New York all this time?” Brian tensed slightly as he got ready to back up whatever Justin decided to tell the gang. “What do you think?” Justin asked his face perfectly calm as two blue diamonds pinned Michael to his chair. The entire room went silent as all eyes moved from the blond to the man who had inconsiderately asked the question that they all wanted to know the answer to but yet had the good sense not to ask. Michael felt uncomfortable under the steady blue gaze. Gus was also staring between the two men wondering what game they were playing. “I don’t know.” Michael finally muttered, “ or I wouldn’t have asked.” Brian wanted to skin the man alive but felt a surge of pride in watching Justin refuse to back down. There was the boy that had stalked him, the boy who had forced him to face a few hard facts about his life. “Do you really want to know?” Justin asked him his eyes remaining on Michael’s face even though Michael was now looking anywhere but at the blond. It was obvious that in this exchange, it was man versus boy and Justin was definitely the man. “Not really.” Michael reached for the syrup ignoring the heat of the gazes leveled on him. “What I think Michael was trying to do was give you the opportunity to explain yourself.” Dr. Dave piped up, hating to see his lover humiliated by the other man in front of all of this friends and family. “What do I have to explain?” Justin met the doctor’s gaze now his eyes cool and confident. Brian wondered if this was the way Justin presented himself to his johns. He seemed unemotional and unimpressed with David. “Well you disappeared for what?” Michael gazed around the table. “Six months? Then you suddenly show back up with Brian looking like hell. I’m just curious.” Michael launched resenting the way Justin had spoken to David. “Well I’m in the service industry.” Justin replied coolly. “And the tips are much better than in Pittsburgh.” Justin replied a convincing smile painted on his face. “Oh, Justin, you’re waiting tables.” Deb beamed. “Something we have in common.” She moved back to the table with another plate of pancakes. “There are tons of little Diners in Chelsea.” He continued not really lying. “I’ve hustled around a lot of those diners.” He smiled sweetly amazed at his own ability to disguise the truth. He glanced at Brian and noted the man’s amusement. He wasn’t sure if Brian was impressed by his ability to tell the truth and deceive all at the same time or if the man was laughing at his predicament. “Well we’ll have to trade some professional tips and secrets. I bet I can save you a hundred steps a day.” Deb gave him a warm smile as she walked back to the stove top. Justin felt uneasy in light of the woman’s trust. He considered confessing for a moment but one look in Michael’s direction squelched that idea. “Are those for Gus?” Justin asked gesturing to Brian untouched pancakes cooling in front of the man. Brian looked up then handed over his plate. Justin set about feeding the little boy. “Sunshine, let me get you some birdseed.” Deb stated giving Justin a wink. He smiled back feeling slightly uneasy. “We got a short stack with some machine oil, flop two medium and some sweet Alice.” She beamed. Justin accepted the plate realizing that he should probably know what the hell she was talking about if he was truly waiting tables. “Looks good.” Justin dug in trying to keep his mouth full just in case there was a pop quiz in the making. David watched the young man carefully. He’d noted the confusion in the blonde’s eyes. He wasn’t a waiter. David took in the younger man furrowing his brow for a moment as he considered what other profession the boy was working at. Watching as Justin’s pink tongue peeked out licking a small trace of syrup from his bottom lip, David knew exactly what profession Justin was working in, the oldest one. He glanced over and was a little surprised to find Brian’s gaze leveled on him. The brunet feigned disinterest but David wondered if Brian knew and was willing to let Justin lie to everyone or if he too was being deceived. Brian looked away nonchalantly. “Brian, do you think maybe we could do something today?” Michael asked. “You don’t mind do you David?” He turned to his partner. David shook his head offering a sweet smile, but it didn’t reach his lips as his face was taunt with frustration. “Later.” Brian nodded then gave David a irritating smirk. David resented the hell out of Brian Kinney. He knew he couldn’t compete with the man for Michael’s affection. He yearned for an opportunity to get a few good licks in on the arrogant asshole. “I’m going upstairs.” Brian pushed away from the table. “You coming Justin?” He asked unsure of whether he felt comfortable leaving the younger man alone with the rest of the gang just yet. Justin glanced up grateful for the invitation then hastily wiped his mouth. David watched as Brian paused letting the younger man catch up. As Justin started up the stairs David noticed that Brian placed his hand on the small of Justin’s back. There was something affectionate about the way the man did it. He’d heard about their relationship from Michael. It had been something unheard of, according to Michael, that Brian would continue to take Justin back to his loft time and again. Michael had called the young blond ‘the trick that wouldn’t go away.’ Michael had lamented that he’d been clueless what Brian saw in the blond, but David had recognized it the moment Justin had walked in the door last night. He was beautiful, albeit world weary, and the way he cleverly avoided Michael’s question this morning, he was obviously bright. David had been searching for the crack in Brian Kinney’s armor for months now. Every man has a vulnerable spot, some are merely better at hiding it than others. Brian was very good at seeming untouchable, but it was obvious that this young persistent kid had done just that. “You don’t mind about Brian do you?” Michael asked once more as all eyes came to rest on the doctor. He shook his head as he sipped his coffee. He didn’t mind now, not at all. Hopefully Justin would be left behind providing the perfect opportunity for the two men to get to know each other a little better. Justin didn’t want anyone to know about his past and David wanted Brian to stay the hell out of his and Michael’s future. It was high time that David leveled the playing field between all of them. He was tired of playing at a disadvantage, but it everything went as planned this afternoon all of that would change. He’d be the one giving Kinney the smug ‘I know something you don’t know’ look. David realized that as long as Michael didn’t find out that Justin would be the only one hurt by his plan, but from the look in the blonde’s eyes it was obvious that Justin was use to being hurt. Maybe he even enjoyed it. ************************** “Nice play on words.” Brian deadpanned as they entered the bedroom. “Funny thing.” Justin began as he headed for the chair on the far side of the room. “I went down there with every intention of telling them the truth, but then when the moment came.” He paused giving his head a slight shake. “I couldn’t do it.” He glanced up. “I just don’t want them to see me as less, well less than they already do anyway.” He quickly added. “What makes you think that they think you are less?” Brian asked sincerely intrigued. “It’s the way they look at me. Like I’m this tag-a-long that you just didn’t know how to get rid of.” He looked away taking in the snow covered trees outside their window. Brian wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t feel that way but had sensed the attitude in his friends. In the past he had done nothing to dispel it. He wondered now if he should. After all he’d come after Justin this time. “Let’s get out of here for a little while.” Brian offered. Justin sighed needing to find out something from the older man and yet feeling fearful of learning his answer. “Can I ask you something?” Justin asked as Brian grabbed his coat. The older man paused clearly giving his permission. “Does it bother you?” Justin asked refusing to show how much he was hoping for the right answer. “That you kicked me out of bed?” Brian clarified. Justin shook his head. “No, not that.” Justin replied hoping Brian would now understand. “Your profession of choice?” Brian asked raising an eyebrow. Justin nodded. “Nope.” Brian replied tossing the blond his coat. “You did what you had to do.” “You know it really wasn’t a choice.” Justin stated setting his coat next to the chair not wanting to leave until he got some more answers. “Sure it was.” Brian stated soberly. “Just like it’s a choice if you go back to it after this week.” “What the fuck does that mean?” Justin narrowed his eyes. He felt judged but more than that he felt condemned. “I’m just telling it like it is.” Brian defended. “I’m offering you something here.” He stated his eyes pierces Justin’s. “What? What are you offering me?” Justin demanded. “What? That I can come live with you again until I fuck up and then you’ll have to kick me to curb once more? What’s the offer Brian? You’re going to have to spell it out, because I’m too fucking tired to try and understand your cryptic ways.” “You’re here aren’t you? I brought you here.” Brian stated. “Oh well let’s call the Vatican and see if you can get sainted.” Justin sarcastically sneered. “Let’ s see its important that we word it correctly. How about we start it out with: funny thing happened when I ordered a hustler.” “Are you finished?” Brian asked his anger and irritation evident. “Oh yeah I’m finished.” Justin moved to the bed his back to the older man. “Look Justin, “Brian took a deep breath, “What happened back in Pittsburgh was a mistake. I shouldn’t have thrown you out and I’m sorry for that.” “Sorry’s bullshit.” Justin threw Brian’s words back in his face as he started to get off of the bed. Brian stormed around the side of the bed until he was facing Justin, reaching out he held the blond in place, refusing to let go. Frustrated hazel burning into weary blue. “No, sorry isn’t bullshit.” “Why? Because you’re the one saying it? It was bullshit when my dad attacked you, but it’s okay that you threw me out and then never gave me another thought until I suddenly showed up as your fuck de jour?” Justin felt indignation rising from within. “That’s not what happened.” Brian stated forcing himself to remain calm. “I came looking for you. I didn’t find you.” Justin dismissed him clearly not believing a word Brian was saying. “ I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thrown you out like that “ Brian paused wondering if he should tell the blond about the theft ring that had cleared Justin from any doubt that he was the one who had left the door unlocked. Seeing the anger in the young man’s eyes, Brian decided against divulging it just yet. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, but you are the one who chose to run away. You’re the one who chose to sell his ass instead of coming back with his tail between his legs.” Justin jerked his arm loose. “What would you have had me do?” He accused. “You knew what it was like at my home. My dad and his feelings about his disgusting gay son, that would have been a great way to live, or I guess I could have just hustled the streets of Pittsburgh until some welfare lady found me and put me in a foster home. Then I could have been fucked for three squares and a roof over my head.” Justin started moving toward the door. He glanced over at the coat sitting on the floor but decided against grabbing it. Luckily he was wearing his own jeans, but he tore off the cable sweater and rummaged through his bag selecting one of his own thin light blue shirts. “Justin, quit being such a fucking princess.” Brian groused watching the boy as he pulled on his old worn out tennis shoes. Justin stood and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Brian moved to intercept him, reaching him as he arrived at the door. “Out.” Justin replied. “Not like that. It’s in the teens outside. You’ll freeze.” Brian replied still holding the young man’s arms preventing him from going any further. “Get your hands off of me.” Justin jerked his arm but Brian only held tighter feeling his anger from their confrontation merging with his frustration and guilt. “You seem to have forgotten that I own you.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He regretted them the moment he heard them, but even more so when he watched the effect that they had on the man he was holding. Justin stepping away from the door as if in shock. He considered Brian for a long moment then slowly began to undress. Brian rolled his eyes. “Justin I didn’t mean that.” He stated helplessly as the watched the blond shed the last of his clothing. Justin walked back toward him wrapping himself seductively around the older man. “What do you want?” He asked his eyes glazed over. He was back at work now, feeling nothing, just a fuck, just a whore, all about money and pleasure, someone else’s pleasure. “Don’t.” Brian’s voice was more of a plea as he felt himself growing hard as Justin moved against him. He knew he couldn’t be with Justin, not now, not like this. “You want to fuck me?” Justin asked taking a long lick up Brian’s neck. “Or do you want me to fuck you?” He bit lightly at Brian’s earlobe sucking it into his warm wet mouth. Brian moaned and ran his hands down Justin’s back pulling him tightly against his body. “Stop.” Brian pleaded once more knowing he was quickly losing control. He wanted nothing more than to throw Justin onto the bed and fuck him within an inch of his life, but he knew it was a mistake. “You like this?” Justin moved his hand to cup Brian’s erection. “Let me help you out.” He started to unbutton Brian’s jeans but suddenly found his hands captured in one of Brian’s. He glanced up at the man and saw now that Brian looked more angry than anything. “What’s the matter Mr. Kinney, not getting your money’s worth?” Justin asked bitterly. Brian pushed Justin away and watched as the smaller man stood there naked before him, a strange defiance evident in his stance. “Get dressed, and I don’t mean that shit you had on. Put the sweater back on and meet me downstairs.” Brian opened he door and fled from the room. He had to get away from the blond and gather his thoughts. Justin furrowed his brow wondering what was coming next. Didn’t really matter though, he had to do whatever Brian asked, he did after all own the blond for the next nine days. Picking up the discarded sweater Justin resigned himself to the reality that having the right to choose was like love; a luxury that he couldn’t afford and would more than like never know again. ***************************** The clinic’s waiting room was empty when Justin and Brian entered. Justin immediately sat in the first available seat still feeling resentful that Brian was forcing him to see a doctor. He had already told the brunet that he’d just recently been tested and come up negative. He had no idea why the man was dragging him to some clinic to be tested again. Brian returned with a clipboard and dropped it in Justin’s lap. “Fill it out.” He stated evenly then took the seat next to him. Justin rolled his eyes as he picked up the pen and began putting down the information. He couldn’t help but smirk when he filled out the part that requested employment information. Once he had it filled out, Brian gestured back up to the counter. Justin got up and handed it to the woman behind the counter. He watched her expression closely as she perused the answers he had volunteered. She glanced up for a moment a little surprised. Giving her a tiny wink Justin smirked as she quickly returned to reviewing his form. “You didn’t fill in your insurance information.” She replied sounding a little nervous. “We don’t have a group plan.” Justin replied a slight challenge in his voice. “It’s a pay as you go thing.” He felt a hand on the small of his back and felt Brian lean in over his shoulder to speak. “I called earlier.” Was all he said and the other woman at the billing desk looked up at that and handed the receptionist a piece of paper. She took it and nodded, then gave both men a small smile. “Thank you Mr. Taylor, you may have a seat.” She replied as she rose in her chair and disappeared down the hallway. Justin turned to Brian wondering what he had arranged but the look on Brian’s face told him he wouldn’t find out anything from the man. So instead he returned to the chair he had first selected, still resentful that he was being forced to see a doctor. “Mr. Taylor.” The nurse announced. Brian rose when he did and started toward the door. “I don’t need you to come.” Justin stated, stopping his progress to confront the older man. “Well we haven’t come close to that happening thus far so I doubt it will happen here in the doctor’s office.” Brian deadpanned. “Brian, you know what I mean.” Brian gave him a nod. “And I know you will bullshit him and I want this done right.” Brian stated firmly. “So go.” Justin clenched his jaw as he turned and followed the nurse into an examining room She seemed as confused about Brian’s presence as Justin was angry about it. “Mr. Taylor what brings you here today?” She began looking at the chart. “Him.” He gestured to Brian. “I feel fine. I have no idea why I’m here.” He stated as he took a seat in one of the chairs. “He’s in a high risk profession and hasn’t seen a doctor in months. He needs to be tested for not only HIV but also all other STDS. He also needs a general physical to insure that he’s okay. He sleeps a lot and also seems to have no appetite.” Brian stated quickly. The nurse took it all down then looked to Justin who suddenly found it difficult to look the woman in the eyes. It was one thing to write his profession down on a piece of paper. It was quite another thing to have it announced aloud to a woman who slightly resembled his grandmother. “Let’s get your weight.” She seemed unfazed as she led Justin out. He threw Brian one last glare as the man managed to exit the room and head back to the waiting area. After being weighed she led him to a lab where they drew enough blood to feed a vampire family of four. By the time they were finished Justin was feeling both dizzy and nauseous. The nurse made note of this then helped him back to the exam room where the doctor was waiting. He asked the nurse to find some crackers and then had Justin lie on the bed until the dizziness passed. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked, the clipboard now in his hands. “Breakfast.” He stated. “Before that?” The doctor glanced up. Justin couldn’t remember. Brian had eaten on the train but he’d been too tired to eat. He finally shrugged and shook his head. The nurse appeared again with a few crackers and a box of juice. Justin accepted them politely, no longer feeling so defiant. A few minutes later he no longer felt dizzy and pushed up until he was sitting on the edge of the table. The nurse handed him a robe and asked him to remove all of his clothing. She and the doctor stepped out for a moment while Justin complied. Justin winced as he pulled the sweater up and over his head. His ribs were still sore. He didn’t think that they were cracked just bruised. The guy before Brian had gotten a little rough. There was a light knock and then the doctor reappeared. Justin surveyed the man wearily. He was in his mid forties, tall, appeared to be in shape. He pinged but it was hard to know how accurate it was, after all he was busy being professional and no doubt staying in the closet so that he could keep his patients. The doctor began by listening to his chest then pushing in on his stomach, looking down his throat, in his ears, looked at his nail beds, and finally asked Justin to lay on his side. “This is going to be a little uncomfortable.” He stated. Justin listened to the man words almost laughing. If this guy thought a finger up his ass was going to faze the blond, he certainly hadn’t read his information sheet. The doctor was telling the nurse something then inserted his gloved finger. Justin was a little surprised that it was painful as he tensed up around the man. “Deep breath, then let it out slowly.” The doctor stated as Justin felt the man’s other hand on the small of his back. He asked the nurse for something and Justin felt a bit more pressure before the man finally removed his finger. He then instructed Justin to dress and meet him in his office. Justin felt like a prized cow who had just been thoroughly inspected. He eased down off of the table still amazed how much his ass hurt from the intrusion. He wasn’t sure what the doctor had done. He dressed then walked down the hall only to find Brian already sitting in the man’s office. Justin hesitated for a step then managed to take the seat next to the brunet. The doctor soon followed as he continued to look at the chart. Sitting behind the desk he glanced first to Justin then to Brian then back to the chart before speaking. “Justin, I think you are aware of the dangers associated with your occupation.” He began. Justin smirked then began laughing softly. Brian glanced over then turned his attention back to the doctor. Justin managed to school his emotions then look back up as well. “Luckily I found no evidence of any STDs but we won’t have the results of the HIV test for two more days. I sincerely hope that you will explore other avenues of employment.” “I don’t know. It’s hard to beat what I do. I meet interesting people, get paid for something I’m good at and the hours just can’t be beat. If it had a dental plan and a 401K I think it would be perfect.” Justin replied his voice hiding any hint of sarcasm. Brian forced himself not to laugh. He too was certain that the physician was merely in ‘cover my ass mode.’ He’d resented the lecture as much as Justin had and he hadn’t been the one on the receiving end. Of course that was soon to end. “Mr. Kinney, surely you realize the danger your friend is in. He is not only far too young to be involved in anything of this nature, he is also slight in build and therefore at greater risk of injury.” Brian remained stoic. “Did you find anything?” Brian asked making it clear that no one had come today for a lecture on the sins of prostitution. “You have a couple of bruised ribs.” The doctor turned to Justin. “You need to take it easy for the next two weeks until they heal. There are some minor tears in the anus.” Justin shifted revealing his discomfort. The doctor continued to look down the clipboard. “I would say from your appearance that you are anemic, though I don’t have the blood work back yet. It’s obvious that you are malnourished, and almost fifteen pounds underweight. You have to eat, Justin, you must. You can starve yourself to death and even if that isn’t your goal, when you don’t eat your body is weakened and therefore more susceptible to infection.” He sighed and shook his head feeling frustrated. He was looking at someone who was physically beautiful on the outside and horribly mangled on the inside. “I need to speak to Mr. Kinney for a moment. He’ll join you in the waiting area.” The doctor finally announced. Justin furrowed his brow before the doctor explained it was about the billing address. He pushed up out of his chair and left. “I already told you—“ Brian began. “He needs counseling.” The doctor announced softly. “There are signs of forced entry, he has scars and bruises, not to mention the fact that symptoms like suppressed appetite, fatigue and constant sleeping are clear indications of depression.” “Well no shit. How much do I owe you for stating the obvious?” Brian replied. “Then get him some help.” The doctor continued undeterred by Brian’s sarcasm. “How would you suggest that I do that?” He asked feeling tired and frustrated. Surely this man knew it wasn’t that easy. “I’m having a hard enough time just keeping here with me and off the streets.” “He’s at risk.” The doctor stated softly. “No shit.” Brian replied. “I mean it.” The doctor stated angrily “You’re looking at a kid who could very well disappear and never been seen again. He wants this to be over, don’t you see that? He is playing it tough but beyond the façade there’s nothing. At least get him some rape counseling.” He stated. “He won’t go.” Brian replied feeling his apprehension growing. He’d realized that Justin was down, but had never really considered that he could be suicidal. “I’ll call the number I have here with the results of the blood work. He’s damn lucky he doesn’t have any signs of a STD. Let’s hope the HIV work comes back negative as well. He’ll need to abstain and then test again in six months to be considered clear.” Brian gave him a knowing nod. He knew this routine. He was tested regularly himself. “Oh , I’ll need to see him in a couple of days. I forgot to tell him but I want to check on the how the tears are healing as well as the ribs. He’ll need to abstain from any anal intercourse so that I can retest the area for infection.” Brian nodded. “It will also speed the recovery.” The doctor quickly added. Brian rose and started out of the office. “Are you a customer?” The doctor asked unable to resist any longer. There was no resemblance and the relationship between the men seemed both distant and strained. “No.” Brian replied slightly thrown by the man’s lack of tact. “I’m a friend.” “Well that remains to be seen no doesn’t it?” The doctor’s eyes pinned Brian where he stood. He wanted to tell this man to fuck off but somehow didn’t have the strength to do so. He decided not to tell Justin just yet about the return visit they would have to make to the clinic in a couple of days. He had no intentions of touching Justin so there would be plenty of opportunity for the young man to heal. He found Justin already outside in the cold waiting for him. Brian raised both eyebrows in inquiry as he approached the SUV. “I didn’t like the way the receptionist was looking at me.” Justin defended as Brian unlocked the doors. “Where are we going now?” Justin asked. “Down to the shops.” Brian stated. “We’re all here for Vic and Deb’s joint birthday party. I need to get them something.” Justin stared out the window his mind flashing back to his last birthday. “I don’t have any cash.” Justin complained. “Its back in the room.” “That’s okay.” Brian dismissed his concern. “Whatever I find it can be from both of us.” He glanced over and was surprised by Justin’s lack of reaction. There had been a time when the possibility of his name being included with Brian’s would have sent Justin straight to the moon, but now nothing seemed to bring out any reaction in the younger man. As Brian parked the SUV, He considered the doctor’s words once more and made his final decision. Like it or not, as soon as they got back to New York, Justin was seeing a counselor.