“I knew you were rich,” Abigail begins as she turns to her friend, Molly, “but I didn’t know you were this rich.” Molly shrugs, “Whatever. What movie do you guys want to see?” she asks nonchalantly. She knew her friends were always impressed with how she seemed to always have the most-wanted items and was now taking Abigail and Adriaan to D.C. in a private jet. “Is this your family jet?” Adriaan asks as he pulls out the DVDs. “No. Brian and Justin are going to buy one though. It’ll be easier since Brian’s company is international now. They’re thinking about buying this type of jet, but it’s not totally decided yet. They can’t decide between the Challenger 605 or the LearJet 60XR.” Molly replies with a sigh. As much as she knew that Adriaan and Abigail were truly her friends, she was often uncomfortable when they asked questions about money or merchandise. It would mean that she had to remember where all this money came from… and that was too painful. “Ooh, let’s watch this one!” Abigail announces and she takes one of the DVDs out of her brother’s hand. “Put it in,” Molly instructs, pointing to the player. Justin closes his eyes and leans closer against his husband. Whispering, he asks, “Do you think they’ll fall asleep soon?” Glances over at the teens, he shakes his head, “Doesn’t look like it.” Justin sighs. Smiling, the brunette kisses his lover’s head, “Why? Planning to revisit the mile high club?” Justin forces a smile and shrugs, though in reality he was exhausted but afraid to go to sleep in case he has a nightmare in the jet in front of his sister and her friends. He was hoping they’d fall asleep soon, and then he could try to take a quick nap as well. “You look tired. Why don’t you take a nap, Sunshine?” Brian suggests, wrapping his arms around his husband tightly and pulling him closer against him on the side sofa. Yawning, he shakes his head, “No, I’m not tired.” Brian chuckles, “Riiight.” “Shut up. I don’t see you dozing off right now,” he argues. “Because I actually slept last night, unlike you.” “If you were asleep, how do you know I wasn’t?” Justin asks. “Because your tossing and turning kept waking me up.” Justin rolls his eyes and pushes himself away from Brian. Leaning back, he crosses his arms against his chest and lets out a long sigh. Putting down his magazine, Brian stands up and stretches, “Shit, this is going to be a long flight.” Molly glances over at them from across the other side of the jet. Being that the jet was big enough to hold ten people, there was enough room for some semblance of privacy. Catching Brian’s eye, she smiles before turning at attention back to the movie. “Brian,” Justin calls out quietly. “Yeah?” “What if something happens?” Justin asks, wishing he could pretend as well as Brian for Molly’s sake. He knew she could tell something was up, and was relieved that she blamed his quiet and restless mood on nervous energy over the upcoming show. Swallowing hard, Brian sits back down beside his husband. Taking his hand, he is quiet for a moment: his mind swimming with so many different ideas on what to say to alieve the situation. But he knew none of them would work. He wouldn’t pacify or patronize Justin. This was a serious chance they were taking; one that could save them or kill them all. It was a severe risk. Tightening his grip on Justin’s hand, he continues to stare at his lover’s fingers intertwined in his. Reaching out, he grazes his free hand across Justin’s wedding band, smiling softly. “Brian,” Justin calls out again, his voice soft and barely audible. Looking up and into his lover’s deep blue eyes, Brian smiles softly. “I love you,” Justin announces, hoping that he would have a chance to say those words again and again. Taking Justin’s hand to his lips, Brian lightly kisses the inside of his husband’s palm, whispering the same words back, “I love you too.”