Justin woke up before Brian and lay in bed for a while, still wearing the satisfied smile. He was too excited to stay in bed for long, Brian cares about me, he really cares, so got up with the decision he was going to see Ethan and tell him he'd changed his mind, that he was staying with Brian. Justin never wanted to end up with Ethan, not really. He just wanted Brian to finally admit that he felt something, anything, for him and hoped for force Brian into it, when faced with Justin leaving.
After showering, Justin looked in on Brian, who was still fast asleep, snoring slightly. Figuring he had a good few hours before he awoke, Justin let the loft and headed to Ethan's, he hesitates to even call it that, apartment, wanting to give the good news to Brian when he finally woke up.
Whilst Ethan didn't take the news as well as Justin'd hoped,, "It was a drunken tirade. He doesn't mean it. He'll have forgotten all about it in the morning and go back to being the guy you want to leave", Ethan did finally accept that they were finished and nothing he could say would convince Justin otherwise.
Having been gone barely an hour, Justin decided he still had time before Brian woke and so went to the Diner to have breakfast. After finally finishing all the food Deb pushed on him and promising that yes, he and Brian would be at the family meal, Justin returned to the loft. Being too impatient to wait for the elevator, Justin jogged up the stairs and was met with Brian throwing his stuff of out the loft.
"Brian? What-what are you doing?"
"I thought it'd be obvious. Saving you the trouble of having to clear out your crap from my loft."
"What?" Justin was more than a bit confused. Here he was, all ready to tell Brian Ethan was history and Brian was throwing him out? What had happened between Justin leaving the loft and now?
"That's what you're here for, isn't it? You went to tell Ian how Brian just doesn't care about you and that you want to live with him happily ever after," voice dripping with sarcasm, Brian turned to gather up more clothing in his arms before turning back to face Justin, "and don't bother denying it. Michael heard you tell Deb you'd been to see him."
"Brian, what are you talking about? Yes, I went to see Ethan, but only to tell him to fuck off, I'm staying with you." With that, Justin started gathering up all his belongings and pushed past Brian into the loft.
Seeing Brian was about to say something and not really wanting to hear it, Justin interrupted. "Last night you said it's my call where I want to be, that I have to decide. I've decided. I want to stay here, with you. You are not pushing me away, not after everything we've been through."
Having retrieved all his belongings and returned them to their places, Justin picked up a sketch pad and sat down on the couch. He refused to respond to any of Brian's attempts to get his attention, but did notice the small, happy, smile on Brian's face, just before he announced he was going to take a shower, alone. Justin smiled to himself, promising himself that he would tell Brian about his drunken ramblings, but not before seeing if any more secrets came out when Brian's drunk.
