“Brian?” Justin slowly asks, lifting his head off the pillow. “Is that you?” “Who else would it be, Sunshine?” Brian asks quietly as he closes the bedroom door and begins to get undressed. “What time is it?” “It’s after eleven,” Brian whispers, not sure how long Molly has been asleep for in the next room. He definitely wanted to share some alone time with his husband without any interruptions from a well-meaning thirteen year old. Yawning, Justin rolls over to his side. He was surprised that Brian was already back. He had assumed his lover wouldn’t be returning until the morning. “That was quicker than I expected.” “I told you I’d be back,” he murmurs, sliding under the covers. Wrapping his arms around his husband, he’s surprised when Justin pulls away. “Hey,” he asks, “what’s wrong?” “I’m going back to sleep.” Brian is quiet for a moment, not sure if his lover is really tired or still pissed off at him. “Justin?” “Good night, Brian.” Yep. Definitely still pissed. “Justin,” he tries again. “You should go take a shower. Who knows how many germs you’re carrying on you from the flight.” Frowning, Brian sits up. “You’re pissed at me.” Justin is silent. “Justin.” “Sleeping, Brian.” “No you’re not. Stop being a twat.” “Don’t call me a twat, asshole.” He retorts in muffled voice. “Get the pillow off your face, Justin,” Brian sighs as he attempts to move his husband’s pillow. “Don’t touch me. You stink. Go take a shower.” With an annoyed huff, Brian gets out of bed, “Fuck this,” he mutters, heading to the bathroom. Once the door closes, Justin removes the pillow from his face and smirks. Fifteen minutes later, Brian returns to the bedroom to find Justin supposedly asleep. Still annoyed, he slides into bed and rolls to the far side, pulling the bed sheets with him. Immediately, Justin pulls the sheets back towards himself. “I’m cold,” he argues. Brian sits up and stares at his lover, “Are you going to be like this all night?” Justin slowly rolls over to face his husband. Trying to keep a straight face, he replies, “Probably. Do you have a problem with that?” “What do you think?” Justin shrugs, “Oh? You mean you actually care? You are actually going to take my feelings into consideration here? I’m shocked.” “Stop.” “Stop what?” He asks innocently. “I had to go, Sunshine.” “Don’t patronize me, Honey.” Justin coolly remarks. Sighing, Brian leans back down on the bed, “If I stayed here, I would have felt helpless--” “Like me?” “You’re not---” “You’re just digging yourself deeper in a hole, Brian. I’d quit now if I were you.” Groaning with frustration, Brian wants to start ranting and raving, but instead takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “What are you doing?” “I’m counting to ten.” “Idiot.” “Brat.” “Whatever,” Justin announces, rolling back onto his side, away from Brian. Gritting his teeth, Brian begins, “I’m---” “Sorry is bullshit,” Justin reminds him in a sing-song voice. “I wasn’t going to apologize.” “Nice to know that some things never change.” “Justin,” Brian tries again. “Good night.” “Justin!” He argues, though he isn’t sure what to even say at this point. “Yes?” “What do you want me to do?” He asks, his voice ragged. “Does it matter?” “Of course it matters,” Brian replies with a tired sigh. “Really?” Justin asks, sitting up to face his husband, “Because it didn’t before. I told you how I felt. I asked you not to go to Pittsburgh! I fuckin’ practically begged you not to confront Professor West! Did it matter? No. Of course not!” Pointing his finger at Brian, he continues, “You are a selfish prick, Brian Kinney!” “I know.” “Shut up! Don’t make this easy.” Brian tries not to smile. “But you’re so cute when you’re mad.” “Stop it!” Justin raises his voice, wanting to laugh because Brian was batting his eyes and it was such a rare sight to witness. “You’re an asshole.” “But I’m still hot.” Shaking his head, Justin sits back against the pillows. “You’re hopeless.” Brian sighs, leaning against his own pillow. “We should’ve talked more before I left,” he announces. “Would it have done any good?” Justin asks bitterly. “I might’ve been able to show you my side of it better.” “Ah, so it’s still ‘Brian is right,’ ‘Justin is hysterical.’ Right?” “No. You’re not hysterical,” Brian replies, “And who says I was right?” Slowly, Justin turns to look at his husband, “You’re admitting you did something wrong?” “No.” Justin scoffs. Rolling his eyes, he turns away. “But I should have dealt with it better. You’re right. I was acting like Rage when I should’ve been acting like your husband.” “So…” Justin turns back to Brian, “you’re telling me that you were wrong?” Sighing, Brian knows when to admit defeat. “Fine. Yes, I was wrong.” Finally, Justin smiles. “You’re still a brat.” Brian replies with mock-annoyance. Shrugging, Justin answers, “And you’re still an asshole.” “But I’m hot,” he adds with a smile. Nodding, Justin agrees, still smiling, “Yes, you’re very hot.”