Justin was grateful that Carl was returning to Poitiers. Though the man planned to be back that evening, it still helped Justin keep his mind off the fact that he and Molly would have to actually discuss what they knew and didn’t know about their family. Thankfully, neither knew much. He was hoping to visit East London and check out the galleries, but Molly was cold, so they decided to go to Oxford Street and buy her a jacket. Glancing over at Brian, Justin gives him a shy smile. Brian smiles back, not bothering to catch up as Molly pulls her brother’s hand towards a store. He knew she was feeling threatened and was in no mood for a twelve year old’s wrath. Looking up at the store she chose to enter, he shrugs, it didn’t look too bad. “How about this?” Justin asks, holding up a cream colored microfibre jacket. She frowns, “Jus, be serious.” He tries not to chuckle and instead rolls his eyes. Brian sighs and begins to glance around the store. “How about a western jacket?” Justin tries again as he holds up another one. She scoffs, “Ye-haw.” Brian laughs and shakes his head; this was obviously going to take longer than he thought. “Okay, Moll, how about this pink one?” Justin holds up a pink belted jacket. Finally her eyes light up, “That’s a maybe.” “Fuck, finally,” Brian mutters as he slinks over to the men’s department. Within minutes, Justin appears, “Hiding?” he asks with a smile. Brian smiles back, “Where’s your sister?” “Trying on some stuff. She’s decided to get both the pink jacket as well as a white track jacket, and now wants to buy some more shit… we might be here for awhile.” Brian arches his brow, “Really?” scanning the store, he spots his area of choice. Following his gaze, Justin turns back to Brian with his eyes wide. Covering his mouth in mock shock, he asks, “Brian Kinney, you aren’t suggesting what I think you’re suggesting are you?” Brian fakes innocence, “No idea what you’re talking about, Sunshine.” And with that, he takes Justin by the hand and leads him to the men’s restroom. --------------------------- ----------------------------- ------------------------------------ An hour later, the three make their way to Selfridges and after looking at everything this store has to offer, decides to spend the rest of the morning there. Molly smiles at Brian, commenting, “That looks nice.” Brian nods, “Obviously: it’s Dries Van Noten's. It’s fabulous.” Justin laughs, relieved to see that Molly was finally loosening up around his lover. Brian immediately spots the Armani collection and fakes a heart murmur. “Sunshine, we are never leaving this store.” Justin smiles, turning to his sister, “We might have to drag him out, you know.” She tilts her head to one side, sizing Brian up, “I think we can take him.” He laughs, shaking his head and leading her back to the area he figures she’d want to go to. “Justin, what about you?” “What do you mean?” Justin asks, looking at the Wunderkind collection for her. “You haven’t bought anything.” Molly points out. Justin shrugs. He hadn’t really been paying attention to anything he might like. He was too focused on making sure Molly was happy. “I have enough clothing.” “Liar. You barely bought stuff when we were in France,” she retorts. “Come on, I know what you’re doing.” “What?” Justin asks, frowning. “I’m not some stupid kid, you know. I’m twelve and a half. I’m going to be thirteen soon.” “It’s a scary thought I rather not think about, Molly.” Justin confides. He remembers seeing the previews for that movie. She smirks, “I’m not going to break, Justin. You can go shop for yourself without worrying about me.” “I’m not worried,” Justin lies. She gives him a look that reminds him so much of his mother. “Bullshit.” The image is quickly obliterated from his mind. Sighing, he looks around. He is curious about what clothing this store had to offer. Looking back at his sister’s persistant face, he yields. “15 minutes, Molly. I will be back here in fifteen minutes.” She scoffs, “Make it thirty and I’ll be in the jewelry department looking for a charm bracelet.” Biting his lower lip, he is about to say something when she folds her arms and narrows her eyes. He frowns, “Shit, you can be scary.” Taken off guard, she giggles, “Thanks, Justin.” He smiles, “Okay. Thirty minutes.” Heading back to menswear, he continues to smile. Things might be alright after all.