“Justin?” Sitting up, Brian looks around. The bedroom is dark and he can hear someone outside the room, dragging something across the floor. “Justin?” He calls out a second time as he gets out of bed. The sliding noise continues and Brian immediately turns on the light just as Justin re-enters the room dragging a suitcase. “What the fuck are you doing?” Silently, Justin sets the suitcase on the bed and opens it. “Justin?” Turning towards the drawers, the blonde starts to open one and pull of Brian’s clothing. “What are you doing?” Brian asks again. Re-folding Brian’s shirts, Justin places them inside of the suitcase before returning to the dresser. Grabbing Justin by the arm, Brian pulls his husband towards him and looks into his eyes. “Fuck.” He’s met with the same glazed expression from the previous night. “Justin, wake up.” Turning away, Justin reaches for more clothing when Brian grabs his other wrist. “Ah!” Justin shouts, stumbling backwards. “Justin!” Brian calls out again, forcing Justin to face him. Slowly, Justin blinks, and for a moment Brian isn’t sure if his husband has woken up. “Justin, what are you doing?” He asks softly. “You need to leave,” Justin whispers, his eyes still somewhat dazed. Taking a step back, he returns to the dresser. “Why?” Brian asks. “You don’t belong here.” Taking some socks, Justin pours them into the drawer. “Justin, look at me,” Brian demands quietly. “You have to leave,” He says again, opening the next drawer. “I’m not leaving.” “It’s for your own good.” Justin replies. Holding Justin’s shoulders, he quickly turns him around to face him again. “Wake up, Justin,” he calls out firmly. “You’re going to die if you stay.” “Wake up.” “You’ll hate us if you stay.” “Wake the fuck up, Justin.” “You’ll leave us soon anyways.” “Wake up!” Brian demands impatiently. Justin doesn’t react to the loudness and instead attempts to return to the dresser. Brian keeps his grip firm on his partner’s shoulder. “You have to leave,” Justin repeats. “I’m not leaving, Justin, now wake the fuck up!” Brian wills himself not to shake the blonde man in front of him. Another slow blink followed by a frown, “Brian?” “Go to bed, Justin.” Brian says softly, leading his husband back to the bed. Eyes already closing, Justin doesn’t ask about the suitcase being pushed onto the floor. “Go back to sleep,” Brian whispers, gently pulling the covers over his lover. Within seconds, Justin is in a deep sleep. Sighing, Brian picks up his clothing and slowly places them back in the drawers. He felt only partially disappointed. He knew that fucking the blonde and making him promise to try wouldn’t fix everything. But at the same time, he kind of wished that it would be that simple. Tossing the suitcase into the closet, Brian joins his husband back in bed and wraps his arms around his lean frame, murmuring, “I’m not going anywhere, Sunshine.”