Brians POV Taking a step towards my former fiance. I notice that even though he looks pretty much the same, his eyes tell a different story. New York has changed him. Made him a confidant artist. "Hey." He looks from me to Tim. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" Tim clears his throat. "Well, Mr. Kinney here showed up at the door about an hour ago." "I came to talk to you." I tell Justin. He glances once more to Tim. I've already told him the reason I'm here. Tim nods. "It's okay. I'll be in the bedroom if you need me." Justin motions towards the sofa. "Would you like something to drink?" I shake my head. "I just really need to speak with you." "Okay." He replies and sits opposite from me. Clearing my throat, I don't know exactly how to tell him this. I mean my being here must come as quite a shock to him. After all it's been four years since we've spoken to each other. When he first left for New York City, we tried to stay together. But distance, work and time inevitably made it impossible and somehow we just stopped trying. "I got your address from your mother." He nods. "You still speak with my mom?" "Yeah." I don't quite know how to say this to him. Justin runs a hand through his hair. It's gotten longer now. "Why are you here?" I'm a little taken aback by his comment. "I'm sorry. That came out a lot harsher then I meant it. I just...you're the last person I'd expect at my door a week before Christmas." He adds. "Justin, I...I needed to see you." Taking a moment I continue. "I needed to tell you this in person. I could have done it through mail or even e-mail, but I just needed to tell you." "Go on." I clear my throat. "I'm getting married." There. I told him. That's when I see it. Something in his eyes. Just a flicker of something. "That's...that's great." He replies standing up and heading to the door. I grab my coat off the chair. "I'll send you an invitation." He half smiles. "I'd like that." "Hey, you want to get together for lunch tomorrow. I know a great diner in Chelsea. Reminds me of the Liberty." I smile. "I can't. I have to meet with a gallery owner." "Well then maybe some other time." I reply. He nods. "Definately." Before the door is shut.