By early afternoon, Brian is about to suggest returning to the hotel in order to drop off the numerous bags they had accumulated from shopping, when Justin spots French Connection and without a word heads inside. “Aw, Christ,” Brian mutters as he follows him. Of course he would never admit that he liked Justin’s FCUK shirts… and he is pretty sure that that black Stanton jacket in the window would look pretty fuckin’ hot on his blonde lover… Shrugging, he finds a wall to leans against and waits. Spotting a salesperson, he asks, “Where can I buy a pack of condoms?” “Pardon?” the salesperson asks “Brian!” Justin scolds. Brian glances over at him, surprised that he was listening. With a smile, he shrugs. Justin shakes his head, but is unable to suppress a smile as well. Grabbing the jacket and a couple of tees, he pays for them and the three are off once again. “I’m hungry.” Molly announces as they hail a cab. I’m horny. Brian muses to himself. Though the blow job at NEXT was fuckin’ fantastic, he really would rather have been balls deep in Justin’s ass. Not that he was complaining though: Justin giving head was better than almost anything… other than being balls deep in Justin’s ass. Glancing over at Justin, he decides that a perfect end to a great morning of shopping, was a great afternoon of fucking. Frustrated, he wishes they could have found condoms during their venture. Sighing, he calls Carl’s cell phone and leaves a message on his voicemail. “Carl, it’s Brian. If you have a chance, stop by some place and buy a pack of condoms.” He knew the pack in his bag would not last the duration of this trip. Hanging up, he stares forward, ignoring the jaw dropped expression on both Molly and Justin’s face. Finally, Molly grins, “That was cool.” Justin shakes his head, wanting to say something, but decides that since Molly was at least being accepting of Brian, he might as well shut up. “So are you going to move to London with us?” She asks. Justin goes pale. Brian, a picture of calm, says, “Not any time soon.” “But you might later?” She resumes. “Molly,” Justin cuts in. “I’m just having a conversation,” she states with a shrug. Brian wishes he had a cigarette on him. “Cut it out, Moll,” Justin stresses. “No.” She answers and turns back to Brian, “Well?” He remains expressionless. “You don’t want to go back to Pittsburgh?” “No,” she answers firmly. “What about your friends?” he asks. Surely she has close friends at St. James. She shrugs, “I can make new ones.” Justin looks away. He knew how much she loved her friends from school. Swallowing hard, he confides, “Too many memories, Brian.” He nods, “Well,” he says with a soft smile, “Maybe I might move to London, and then you change your mind and want to go back home.” She crosses her arms, “This is home.” Looking over at London County Hall, Brian corrects, “It’s a hotel.” The cab stops and everyone gets out. Justin doesn’t know who he should be angry at, but he definitely knows he’s angry. Without a word, he goes to the elevator. “Don’t you want to eat down here?” Molly asks him. “No,” he answers, and without another word, he enters the elevator and heads upstairs; leaving Brian and Molly to deal with one another by themselves.