I swallowed, shaking my head again, breathing deeply.
"Brian, Jesus..." I managed, walking over to his bed and falling down upon it, throwing my hands into my lap, looking everywhere but at Brian, who was trying to catch my eyes.
"I don't know what to say, Brian. I just don't know." I admitted, wringing my hands together in a fist.
Brian kneeled in frot of me, catching my hands in his, pulling them apart and wrapping them around his waist, leaning against the bedframe.
"Don't say anything, then. You don't have to decide things now. You just recieved the news. Breathe a little before launching into some tirade, Sonney-boy." he said tenderly, leaning in and awkwardly kissing me on the forehead.
I smiled slightly, gripping his hands tightly.
"Lie down. Rest a little while I take Hunter back to the apartment." he suggested, kissing me softly before pulling away, turning to Hunter, who was standing at the end of the bed, looking at us expectantly.
I nodded at him, falling to my side on the bed, wrapping the sheets around myself.
He smiled and chuckled, leaning down and kissing me roughly, quickly making his exit, dragging Hunter along with him.
I curled up against the sheets, letting out a prolonged sigh.
I closed my eyes, blinking back the tears.
I was not going to cry like some little fucking faggot.
My cell phone rang. I reluctantly answered it.
"It's all right to cry, you know." Brian's voice echoed through the reciever.
I laughed.
"Brian, you just left, not two seconds ago!" I exclaimed.
I swear I heard him smile.
"You won't be some fucking faggot for crying, Justin." he continued.
I paused. That was the first time he'd said my name in a while. I was usually Sunshine, or Sonney-Boy.
"Oh, yeah, and I'm sure you cry when things get bad." I teased.
There was silence on the other line, proving my assumptions wrong. Brian Kinney did indeed have emotions.
As if trying to hide our conversation from Hunter, who I assumed was sitting beside him in his Corvette, Brian shocked me for the billionth time in our relationship.
"You don't know how much I do cry, Justin. I cried so much when you were bashed, I was sure I wouldn't have any tears left in my system. But when Babylon was bombed, I found out how wrong I was."
I couldn't find the words to say to him. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, feeling the freedom to let it go.
"Thanks, Bri." I whispered.
I smiled as I hung up, the tears starting to flow.