"Scruffy, is there somewhere we can eat?" Justin asked his dog. He felt Scruffy tug on the leash, leading him in a certain direction. He followed Scruffy, trusting his dog to take him somewhere they would like. He stopped when Scruffy halted his movements. He reached forwards till he could feel the bar to the door and pushing it open.

"Honey, you can't have a dog in here." Justin heard a woman say, obviously to him.

"I'm sorry, we'll leave. Could you open the door for me please, I can't see…" Justin murmured.

"Oh honey…you're blind. You and your dog just take a seat… I'm Debbie by the way." The woman said introducing herself.

"Hi Debbie, I'm Justin and this is Scruffy." Justin told her, motioning towards his dog. She led them to a table and Justin sat down taking off his sunglasses.

"What the hell happened to you?" Debbie screeched when she saw Justin's black eye.

"My dad gave me a going away present before kicking me out after he found out I was gay." Justin told her quietly.

"Well, what can I get you?" Debbie asked already feeling for the kid.

"Can I get a grilled cheese sandwich and some grape juice, and some water for Scruffy." Justin asked.

"Sure honey, coming right up." Debbie told him walking away. She glanced at him worried as she waited for his order.Brian had just walked into the Diner to meet the gang when he's eyes fell upon a gorgeous blonde sitting alone, a dog at his feet. Brian sauntered over to the blonde, fully intending to give him a welcoming to the lovely Pitts. When the blonde glanced up at him, he was shocked to see blank blue eyes. "You're blind…" Brian whispered, more to himself than anyone.

"Yes, I am." The blonde boy said hearing Brian's words. He seemed a little nervous as he introduced himself. "Um, I'm Justin and this is Scruffy…you are?"

"I'm Brian…Kinney." He added almost as an afterthought. He felt compelled to sit across from the boy, intrigued by the newcomer. "So, how did you get that black eye?" He was curious and felt a sudden need to hurt whoever had given it to Justin.

"My dad…right before he kicked me out…for being gay." Justin seemed rather sad, and Brian couldn't help but just want to…help him, really. "Brian, would you happen to know anywhere's I can stay? It's kind of hard for me to find places, and on such short notice… A hotel would suffice even."

"There's a loft for sale next to mine, you can live there." Justin shot him a wide grin, and Brian swore it got brighter in the Diner. "While it's getting furnished, you can stay with me." Hold it, Kinney! Where the fuck did that come from?!

"Really? That would be fantastic! Do you know how I can get a hold of the owner, I have to make sure I can get it." Justin groaned pitifully, that part of things was always the hardest.

"You're talking to him and I say, you get it." WHAT?! You had some high offers for that place! He mentally shut down the 'evil side' of himself, and just went along with what he felt was best.

"Oh, thank you so much, Brian!" Justin gushed.

Brian glanced around the Diner, noticing the odd stares he was getting from the patrons and his friends. "Let's go. We can figure out what kind of furniture you want and get you some clothes."

"My best friend Daphne can get my clothes from my parent's house, and the stuff I have at her place." Brian nodded realizing Justin probably had no idea what he just did and replied with a simple,

"Good."

Justin stood up carefully and reached for Scruffy's leash. He was unfamiliar with the surroundings and grabbed Brian's arm to steady him. Brian slipped out of his grip, and opted for wrapping his arm around his waist. Justin blushed lightly, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.

Debbie watched them leave, silent fury in her eyes. "He better be careful with Sunshine." Were her whispered words, almost a silent threat, before she went back to serving customers.

Brian led Justin out of the Diner, and helped him into the passenger seat of his Jeep. "Come on up, Scruffy." He allowed the dog into the backseat, making sure he was secure back there, before hopping into the Jeep himself.

"Brian, when we get to your place, can I use your phone to call Daphne?"

"Sure baby," At this Brian's mind practically exploded with how…lesbian he was acting. He ignored it though, and reached for Justin's hand. "I don't mind." Brian barely thought about their clasped hands as he drove them to the loft.

When they reached the building, Brian went through the same procedure of helping Justin out of the vehicle. Scruffy jumped out of the side, at Justin's side in a second. Brian handed Scruffy's leash to Justin and they made their way into the building. He felt the need to vocalize their surroundings and where they were going. Justin seemed to like his efforts, and grinned at him as they rode the lift to his loft.

When they entered the loft, Brian sat Justin down on the couch. "Here's the phone." He passed him the cordless. Scruffy had already made himself at home and was busy exploring the loft.

Justin easily dialled the numbers, running his fingers over each button carefully as he did. Brian was pleasantly surprised. "How do you know which buttons to press?"

Justin smiled at him. "When I was younger, my mom had me run my fingers over the number pad until I memorized it. She always wanted me to be prepared, in case I needed to call someone."

Thank God someone had some sense in that family. "That's good. I'll get you a cell phone, if there's ever an emergency, you can call me at work."

Justin's attention was taken by whoever answered the phone. "Hey Daph," There was a pause, in which Daphne was obviously talking. "Don't worry, I'm fine… Listen, can you get my stuff from my parent's house and your place?" He nodded to himself as she talked. "Yeah, bring it to the Diner on Liberty Avenue." Justin smiled. "Thanks Daph, see you at six." He handed the phone back to Brian, who clicked the 'end' button.

"You know Brian, you don't have to get me a cell phone. You've done way too much already by just letting me stay here." Justin told him sounding shy.

"It's not just for you, baby. I need to know that you're okay when I'm not around. A cell phone will ensure that." Brian took Justin into his arms slowly. Feeling a sense of protection and care around the blonde.

"Okay Brian…but I'm buying it!" He demanded. "I have more than enough money."

"Fine, just so long as you have one." They sat in a comfortable silence; Justin relaxed in Brian's arms.

"Um…Brian, do you think you can show me around the loft? I need to be able to get around without breaking anything or hurting myself."

"Shit," Brian cursed. "Of course, how could I forget?" He helped him up, giving him a thorough tour of every bit of the loft. By the time they finally finished and were once again relaxing, the loft door banged open.