«-Leaving? What do you mean, Mickey?"
"Leaving in the meaning of going and living over there." He said.
"-I don't know if it's a good idea….
-Oh, why that, Brian? He answered folding his arms.
"-Well, I could stand in his way…And settling over there…I'm not hot for.
-Well try, you'll see what happens!" Mickey proposed somewhat candid.
"-It's not that simple." He retorted looking up toward the roof. "For him and me. If he left, it's because he wouldn't have had the future he deserved by staying in Pittsburgh. If that, I had to convince him. Justin wanted to stay for me, out of love. I made him understand that love is not so, that love is accepting the person the way she is…Besides, I do remember the big deal my Sunshine made out of when I said "cuddle" while we were in bed…" Brian remembered with a smile peculiar to his charm.
"- Well ok, you think about him in all this but what about you? In which way could this harm you?" Brian moved forward the window, the look lost in the distance to mature his words.
"-Well Pitts is not New-York. Lindz was right when she told me I won't be the God I'm here anymore. I will frequent different bars and clubs for sure, but they will end by looking all the same to me. Plus I will no longer be THE guy to have sex with." Brian was feeling as somewhere else, as if he was transported by this confession.
"-But was the hell do we care about you not being THE guy anymore, moron! You will go on fucking and putting down the others, just like you have always done!
-Good answer, for once!
-Cowhide!" He threw as giving Brian a dig.
Brian turned around and walked towards Michael, hugged him to his' chest and took him to the sofa on which they collapsed, synchronically. Brian continued.
"-So Mikey? To go or not to go? Such is the question…" Brian put his finger on Michael's lips who besides he freed himself from.
"-Well hamlet, it's up to you! It's not my choice but your…" He stopped short. That when Brian took from his joints-case something to smoke.
"-It's an extra good one, Michael. It comes from Cuba! You're high very quickly! Brian proposed…
-Justin maybe gone, but your good old habits remain as I can see…
-So what? It's not because I'm high that I'm not lacking in common sense all the same..." Brian declared before taking a good drag. He exhaled a greyish smoke which went and disappeared on Mikey's cute nose…
"-D'you want some?" He said, already high to die for.
"Just answer the question you're wondering, Brian…
-Which one ? Oh yeah…Well…Why not? Out of the taste of adventure and also of irony…I think I may go..." Kinney, suddenly borne, put the joint down in the ashtray which burned out to finally disappear into a greyish smoke and into reddish ashes. Michael, relieved by his decision continued.
"Well I see you've at last made up your mind!" Brian, who came back to earth, conceded.
"-In spite of all this, I wonder if it's not standing back to better jump…
-Well try and see what happens…Even though it's leaving to come back afterwards…
-Ok Mikey, I'll get ready to go…"