Set in Michael's room, after Brian and Justin fuck.
(Oh Kinney, three occasions in four episodes. That's pretty extensive for a man still claiming he only fucks people once.)
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Brian zipped his jeans back up and sat heavily on Michael's bed. The room hadn't changed since they were kids. Being here now felt like a time warp and it was weird.
"So what are you doing here?" he asked, as the kid dressed himself too.
"I told you," Justin smiled, "waiting for you."
"Why?"
"Because I lo-"
"And don't tell me you love me," Brian interrupted, "coz it's a crock of shit. You're seventeen. You don't know what love is."
"I know that I love you."
"What did I just say?" Brian sighed.
Justin closed his eyes, sat down on the bed and looked at the floor. He took a deep breath and said, "My mom knows."
"So?"
"So … what do I do?"
"There's nothing you can do. If your parents are good, if they care about you, if they listen to what you say, then, they'll know. You can't hide that from the people who know you best."
"But…"
"Listen, Justin, you're seventeen. You're too young to be running from your family."
"But they hate me!"
Brian closed his eyes, that was something he could relate to but he had a feeling Justin was overreacting. He didn't know the kid well but he'd already come to the conclusion that Justin was prone to the odd queen out.
"Did they say that?" he asked sternly.
"They didn't have to."
"What exactly did your mom say?"
"I don't know, I ran off."
"Then there's really nothing to talk about, is there?" he said firmly, "except, go home Justin. Go home to your mommy." He stood up and opened the bedroom door and stepped aside for Justin to walk through. "I'm sure Deb'll take you."
Sorry it's so short. I've done them for the whole first season now and some episodes are easier (or more obvious) than others. This episode was pretty tough!!
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105 will be up tomorrow!
Thanks for reading!! xx