"Michael!" Emmett called. "Oh, honey, slow down." Michael came to an abrupt stop, back still facing Ted and Emmett. "Don't let Brian get to you."
Michael sighed, letting his hand push back his hair. "He's just a jackass," Ted said.
"He's just Brian." Michael corrected him. He sighed. "We never fought like this before. I mean... stupid arguments sure, but this... I've never gone off on anyone like I did on Brian."
"You ask me sweetie," Emmett said "He deserved it."
"And that makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better," Michael said sarcastically beginning to walk again.
Ted and Emmett looked at eachother with a sigh. "Brian gets a touch of the fucking green-eyed monster and the whole world goes to hell." Ted called.
Michael spun around. "Brian is not jealous. Christ, he can have any guy in Pittsburgh."
"Except for the one he really wants. Come on, Michael. I know you see it."
"We're really not having this conversation in the middle of the street." Michael said. "We're really not having this conversation at all. Brian is not jealous. He doesn't do jealousy. He doesn't do love or relationships, he doesn't do any of those things. We're best friends. We were at least... before I pulled an Incredible Hulk and almost tore his head off."
"With good reason might I add," Ted said. "Brian wants all the action and you to sit back and wait."
"To drive him home at three in the morning after he's had all the fun," Emmett added.
"God forbid you decide you want to be the one to have some fun" Ted continued. "He wants to sabotage it all. I say fuck him..." Michael's eyes widened slightly. "figuratively of course."
"Of course," Michael said softly.
"Brian, it's about time you showed up. The Better Burger people are in the conference room right now."
Brian checked his watched and rolled his eyes as he made his way to his office. "I thought we rescheduled them. For Monday." He took a seat behind his desk, looking up at Cynthia.
"That was the Newman account."
"I can't meet with them now" Brian said.
"But... what do we do, they're sitting in the...."
"Send them to a restaurant.... buy them a fucking restaurant, I don't care, just reschedule them for Monday." Brian reclined back in his chair, staring out across the room at nothing in particular as Cynthia left. He reached out for the phone, cradling it in his hand for a moment before dialing out.
Hey, it's Michael,' the voice service said. You're hearing this message... well obviously because my sucky cellphone doesn't have service, or I can't come to the phone right now or because I checked my caller ID and found out that you're Brian Kinney.' Brian laughed, shaking his head. In that case, don't bother leaving a message because I'm not calling you back. Otherwise, leave a message after the beep.'
Brian waited for the tone. "Christ Mikey," he said "Change your message, it's too fucking long." he sighed. "Can you just call me? I really need to talk to you." He hung up the phone. There was never a time that he and Michael had fought for more than fifteen minutes. They would always just kiss and make up. This was definitely different. Lindsay was right. Brian had fucked up. He had hit the point of no return and there was no turning back now.
"Better Burger is set for Monday," Cynthia said knocking on Brian's door.
Brian stood from behind his desk, grabbing his coat again. "I'm taking off."
"You just got here." she said
"I have no meetings," Brian said. "Better Burger was it, am I right?" She nodded. "Then I'm done for the day... and I'm leaving. I have more important things to do."
"You just call the office in about three or four days," David said to one of his patients as the stepped out of his office. He looked up into the waiting area, seeing Michael get to his feet and approach him. "Michael... you OK? You don't have an appoint do you?"
"No," Michael said. "I'm fine. I'm fine." He smiled at David's concern. "You busy?"
"I was just about to take a break grab a bite to eat." David said.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all. Something on your mind?" David began walking.
Michael followed him. "I just need to talk. I thought we could... talk."
"I'm all ears, you know that."
"Yeah." Michael said. He pursed his lips. "Yeah I do."