7 am: Pittsburgh

Tilting his head to one side, Brian closes his eyes, listening to his own neck release some tension with a resounding pop. Sighing he repeats the process on the other side before straightening his shoulders and staring straight ahead. “I don’t even want to know what’s going on in that head of yours,” Carl comments. After receiving the call from Brian via the air, he had a semblance of what Brian wanted to accomplish this afternoon. “Then don’t ask,” Brian replies, turning to face the detective with a tight smile. After spending hours in a plane fuming over the professor and trying to decide the best approach in confronting the man… and therefore becoming more ticked off as each minute passed… Brian didn’t want to soften up his mood now. No, this was not the time to be soft. His husband and his sister-in-law were possibly in danger, again, because of this professor. “Do you want to stop by the loft and change?” Carl asks as he stops the car in front of a traffic light. “Nope,” Brian replies swiftly as he places a cigarette between his lips. “How’d Justin react when you told him you were flying here to confront this guy?” Brian doesn’t say anything, but his expression speaks a thousand words. “Ah,” Carl comments, closing his mouth once again. He knew enough from Debbie that Sunshine was not someone you’d want to piss off. “Well,” he clears his throat, “Maybe he’ll get over it and be in a better mood when you return,” Carl suggests with a helpful smile. Brian rolls his eyes. He knew Justin wasn’t happy, but he also knew that Justin understood why he felt the need to go do this. Hopefully the understanding would outweigh his husband’s aggravation in his decision. Shaking his head, he knows that its bullshit. Justin was not happy, and an unhappy Justin was not someone pleasant. “We should be there in about ten minutes,” Carl comments as they turn into another intersection. “Do you know what you’re planning to say?” Brian scoffs, “Obviously, Hovarth.” “Well, maybe you should run it by me, Brian,” Carl suggests. The last thing he needed was an overzealous husband creating a disturbance at the university. “Carl,” Brian sighs; he was running low on patience. Actually, he was already on empty. “I just don’t want you to do anything that either of us may regret, Kinney. Now tell me,” Carl argues.