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2006

Justin shows up at the loft early in the morning holding a wide white box and snow glistening in his blonde hair. He's wearing those god awful faded and torn baggy jeans Brian told him to burn, and the gray hoodie he stole from his roommate a few weeks back.

It's cold outside, like really fucking cold outside. The type of cold that makes Brian think he's living in the Artic instead of the Pitts. Where the wind has deadly intentions, chilling bones to the core and requiring the average human being to bundle up with at least the essentials: winter coat, knitted scarf, knitted matching hat or ear muffs, and gloves to be able to survive an hour out.

But Justin brushes the few remaining bits of snow out of his hair with red hands like he isn't affected by any of it. Hair hanging a little longer on the sides and in the front than Brian remembers.

Barefoot and shirtless, Brian shivers from the soft gust of frigid air that's manages to find comfort in his warm home, as he slides the loft door shut behind his visiting partner.

When he turns around Brian finds twinkling blue eyes and a delightful smile on Justin's lips as he shouts, "Happy Valentine's Day!" Opening the box in his hands to reveal a heart shaped pizza with French Fries spelling out, 'B MY VALENTINE?'

"God, you're so pathetic," Brian says.

Smirking, he thinks, God I fucking love him. Grabbing a hold of the back of his neck. He tugs Justin close to his body with the sole intention of smothering him with his lips.