Brian drove Justin's car back to his house. He had gotten a call earlier in the morning from Justin, to leave the keys in the mailbox. He was taking one of Connor's cars to another appointment.

Brian saw a car in the driveway, and thought that it was probably one of Connor's other cars. He parked Justin's car next to Connor's, got out and walked up to the mailbox by the front door. Brian rang the doorbell several times.

"Stop ringing the fucking bell, I'm coming," Connor yelled from the other side of the door.

The door opened and Brian saw Connor. His hair was all a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was wearing only blue sweat pants. "What?" Connor snapped.

"Morning. Sorry, did I wake you?" Brian asked)

"You did, but I was getting up anyway. Who the fuck are you?"

"Brian Kinney, Justin's...I'm here to return Justin's car."

"Come in."

Brian walked into what Justin and Connor called a home; the place was a mess, clothes and papers everywhere. He knew that it couldn't be Justin's doing. The first time Justin moved in with Brian, When Justin first moved in with Brian, he was a messy teenager, but he quickly adapted to Brian's orderly ways

"Baby, you got company," Connor yelled out "He's here somewhere. I'll go find him, make yourself comfortable."

Brian looked around. There was no way to be comfortable here.

Brian wondered if Justin might have left Connor a note. He went into the kitchen, and saw one on the fridge.

Connor,
Went to therapy.
I'll be home later
We need to talk.
J

"He's gone, there's a note for you in the kitchen," Brian called out.

Connor came into the kitchen and grabbed the note, as he looked in the fridge. "Fuck," Connor slammed the door.

Connor looked at the note. "He had therapy yesterday, why is he going again?" Connor went and checked the cupboards, but couldn't find what he was looking for. He slammed the doors shut.

Brian knew what he was searching for. Either Connor drank all his liquor, or Justin threw it out.

"So, did you have a nice time last night with Justin?"

"I did, he took me to Holiday's, we had a blast until Justin's arm acted up"

"He's been having problems with his arm for awhile, he overdid it at the gym."

Brian shook his head. Justin and Connor needed to get their stories straight. "He told me it was due to overworking it with his storyboards."

"Oh. Well it was both."

Brian walked up to Connor. "That's strange. I thought it might have been because of the accident."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Connor turned to walk away but Brian grabbed his arm.

"Cut the fucking bullshit. Justin was injured in the car accident that you caused a few months ago." Brian snapped.

"Listen, I..."

Brian interrupted Connor and grabbed him by both arms."Were you going to say you didn't mean it, you regret what happened, it won't happen again? I've heard all that bullshit before. You need to come up with new dialog."

"Let go of me," Connor tried to struggle out of Brian's grip.

Brian turned him around and pushed him against the wall; some pictures shook, others fell to the floor."Listen Connor, are you listening?"

"Yes I'm listening."

"I don't give a shit about you, or the fact that your star is falling. What I do care about is Justin. You're bringing him down with you. It ends now!" Brian yelled.

"So, what - you going to tell Justin to leave me?".

"Justin makes his own decisions about what he wants, and who he wants to be with. If he wants to be with a soon-to-be fucking has-been loser, he can. But if I ever hear that you have gotten him injured again, you're going to answer to..."

"Let me guess - you?" Connor said sarcastically.

"Not just me, but everyone who cares about Justin - his family, his friends, and me. There are people back home in Pittsburgh who care more about him than you ever will," Brian said.

"I love Justin, he's my life."

"Well you're sure not treating him like it. He needs someone who supports him, cares for him and will be there for him," Brian said,

"And you're the better person for the job?" Connor questioned.

All of sudden a car horn honked outside.

"That's my ride," Brian let go of Connor, and put Justin's keys on the counter. As he walked away, he turned to Connor. "I mean it James, I hear that Justin has received so much as a scratch because of you, you will be answering to me," Brian stormed out of the house. and headed to the cab. He hoped that his words would get through Connor.