With a sigh, Justin threw his bags on the floor of his apartment.  Tonya and Anthony had kept a close eye on him the rest of the way home and had repeatedly asked if he was alright.  Justin had wanted to scream.  

He let out a groan and as if on cue his cell started to ring.  It was Daphne.

"Yeah?"

Daphne let out a little chuckle.  "Is that anyway to greet your best friend.  Asshole."

"Sorry Daph.  It's just been a hell of a weekend."  Justin shrugged throwing himself down onto the couch.

He could almost hear her nod.  "Life in the Big Apple getting you down?"

"Nah."

"Brian trouble?"

Justin pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Jus?"

The blond just sat there breathing.

"What'd he do?"

The artist shook his head.  "Nothing."

"Then what?"

"It's what he didn't do."  Justin huffed.

"And that would be?"  The brunette pressed.

"Daph." Justin warned.  "Drop it."

"Justin.  No."

He sighed again.  "He came up a couple of weekends ago."

Daphne laughed.  "That all?"

"He came up at one in the morning and pretended like nothing was wrong even though there was something.  Then when he left it was almost -"  He paused.

"Almost what?"

Justin hesistated for a second. "Almost as if he were saying goodbye.  For good."

"Like a brea-"

"Don't say it.  I can't even think that right now." 

"Then go see him." Daph suggested.

"What?"  Justin leaned his head against the back of the couch.

Daphne sighed dramatically.  "Come home and see him."

"It's not that easy." The blond argued.

"Why not?  All you do is get on a plane." 

"Daph-"

Daphne laughed.  "You act like it's such a big obstacle.  Just fucking do it.  Claim your man."

"I-"

"You are coming home.  Tomorrow."  

Justin sat for a few moments.  "I have no where to stay."

"Jeff and I have plenty of room at the apartment."  She told him.

More silence greeted the brown haired girl.  

"Fine." Justin agreed.

"Good.  Tomorrow.  E-mail me the time your flight will come in." 

"Fine." He shook his head as he hung up wondering what the hell he was doing.

Two hours later he was booked on a flight, had washed his clothes and was in the process of re-packing.

He looked at the clock.  <i>11:30 pm</i>.  His flight was at 9 am.  Shaking his head, he stripped down to his underwear, set his alarm and crawled into bed.  

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Justin woke up with a start to his alarm and for a moment couldn't figure out why he was getting up at 5 am.  Then he remembered.  <i>Fuck</i> Daphne, the phone call, Brian.  His head hurt thinking about it.

He went through the motions, got up, took a shower, brushed his teeth, shaved, grabbed his bags and was out the door before 6:30.  

Before he knew it he was sitting on the train heading towards JFK Airport with a cup of coffee and his bags.

<i>What the hell was he doing?</i>