Thanks to muffin_donat2007 for the lovely banner A/n: Not sure about the last line...would the story be better without it? Send your feedback! Its Only Time It took One month. Four weeks. Thirty days. Seven hundred and Twenty hours. Forty-Three thousand and Two hundred minutes. Two million Five hundred and Ninety-Two thousand seconds. One month and two annoying roommates for Justin to miss Pittsburgh. Four weeks and six gay bars for him to long for the thumpa thumpa of Babylon and the crappy beer from Woody’s. Thirty days and Twenty-seven come-ons from his boss at the gay café for him to wish for lemon bars, pink plate specials, and Debbie yelling out orders. Seven hundred and Twenty hours and Twelve art galleries for him to pine for the days of pedaling his art on the walls of Liberty Diner. Forty-Three Thousand and Two hundred minutes, thirteen agents, six articles praising him, and seven condemning him, and eight painting with no heart for him to yearn for the days of no bullshit. Two million and Five hundred Ninety-Two thousand seconds without Brian to realize what a mistake he made. And it took one second to decide to go back.