Brian sighed as he came through the lobby door in his building. He felt so fucking tired. Shaking his head, he slipped his key into his mailbox while closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The enevlope fell out, but Brian never noticed it in his haze. He pulled the bills from the box and made his way to the elevator. The letter lay unseen on the ground. Another groan of frustration as he opened the loft door. Sounds of laughter and chatter filled his ears as he stopped dead in his tracks. Daphne, Justin and Marissa were sitting on his sofa watching some random Nickelodeon cartoon. The one with the yellow tie wearing box. "Daddy!" Exclaimed the little girl running towards her father. Justin and Daphne stood up, both brushing invisible lint off their clothes. Brian caught the little girl. "Hey. What's going on?" "I should be going." Daphne answered hugging Justin slightly and waving to the little girl. "Brian." She nodded before leaving. "Umm...Elizabeth? She dropped off Marissa earlier." Justin answered cautiously coming around to the front of the sofa. "We eated pizza." The five year old smiled with a yawn. Brian smiled and put her down. "That's great. Are you tired? Why don't you go lie down on the bed?" "Kay." She yawned again and made her way to the bed. Within minutes she was sound asleep. "So?" Justin started, heading to the kitchen to wrap up the remaining pizza. Brian shrugged and put his brief case on the counter. "When did Liz say she was picking up Marissa?" "She didn't." Justin replied stuffing the leftovers into the fridge. The ad man started to walk toward the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower." The blonde nodded. "When you're done, we need to talk." Brian felt a groan arise. He didn't want to deal with all this shit. Justin had only been back for a day and here he was mixed up in all Brian's shit. He wasn't suppose to get involved. He was suppose to be in New York being brilliant, instead of here. In the kitchen. Fuck This was way too much shit to handle.