Brian's POV

The next week after our little heart to heart consisted of closing out everything with the police. After giving our full and final confessions I made sure that our names were kept out of everything. I also made sure that the case was sealed and that I could sue anyone who tried to dig around. Which took a lot of work and lawyers but I got it done.

The next week consisted of doctor visits, my doctor wasn't too happy about me and Justin getting reacquainted. I had slightly reopened the wound, so it had to be cleaned again and closed back up. She stressed that without my spleen I wouldn't be able to fight off infections as well as I used too. Which didn't mean shit to me because my immune system was already compromised anyway.

The only part that upset me was the whole having to cut down on my alcohol consumption. And that until we're both healed no more sex, which just about killed me. Then again I didn't think about Justin's ankle while we were fucking. It couldn't have been comfortable for him.

Then the doctor prescribed me some antibiotic and pain meds, which took a while because she had to find the right combo. To make sure that they were safe to take considering the long medical rap sheet I'm getting. Justin's ankle was healing well luckily it was a clean break. And as long as we didn't do anything too strenuous it shouldn't take that long to heal. She also set us up with a shrink until we could find one of our own.

Which Justin ground his teeth over, he still hadn't forgiven her for telling me. So he wasn't too happy about her suggesting a therapist for us. But I convinced him to go with it which surprised him.

"Why do you want to go to a shrink?! You don't even–"

"I want us to see a shrink because I want us to be happy and get over this shit the right way. I want us to be together for a long, long time. I don't want us to act like we're okay. So two years from now all this shit doesn't bubble back up and make us break up. Because I, being the shellfish asshole that I am, don't want lose you ever again!"

Justin looks at me with a surprised and slightly pouty face "Fine! When are you gonna go back to normal?" he asks burying his face in my chest

"As soon as possible sunshine, I promise" I said wrapping my arms around him

After finishing up with the doctor we went to visit Ted for a little while before we had to head over to Debs. I promised to help her with the arrangements for Michael's funeral. Ted was doing well for a guy that'd been on a coma twice. After visiting with Ted Justin seemed happier on the drive to Debs.

"I'm sure that you can survive a few weeks Brian. Plus, I'm sure we can do other stuff that's less strenuous" Justin said trying to pacify me on the way to Debs

"So what we're supposed to tease each other until we heal up? Because anything we do that's not too strenuous is just foreplay" I countered

"Maybe we should talk about something else" Justin said shifting around in his seat

"Why you getting all revved up sunshine?" I ask

"Shut up" he said laughing

"God I love that sound" I said making him blush a little

"You haven't done that in a while" I said quickly stroking his cheek

"Yea well same but different right. Maybe we'll be different in good ways too" he said quoting me from our conversation a few days ago

I just smile and hold his hand for the rest of the drive. When we get to Debbie's she opens the door holding J.R. and smiling. She crushes Justin and I in massive hugs before letting us in. As soon as we do Gus runs over to us and wraps his little arms around my legs. He hugs Justin's legs (or leg) more gently because Justin is still using crutches.

Next up on the hug train is Linds and Mel followed by Emmett. Who right after we hugged dragged Justin to the living room to talk about wedding stuff. Gus followed after them and so did Linds. Which just left me Debs and Mel to plan Mikey's funeral. Which turned out to be more draining than I thought it was going to be.

I ended up sitting in Michael's room trying not to cry. After a few minutes I heard a timid knock on the door and Justin peeked his head in, with his eyes all watery. I sighed and nodded for him to come in and pulled him into my lap.

"It's not your fault sunshine" I said rubbing his back

"But–"

"Not buts"

"I feel bad planning our wedding, while you're planning your best friend's funeral a few feet away." He said sniffling

"Well you deserve to focus on something good. Plus, it makes me happy to know you're happy and not all depressed over something that you couldn't stop"

"I guess" he said shrugging sadly

"I am gonna miss him though" I said hugging him a little tighter

"I know you will" Justin said sounding a little strange

"What's wrong?" I ask looking at his watery eyes

"Just something…he said" I wait for him to go on "it's nothing really" he insisted

"Justin"

"I don't want to say anything bad about the…well you know" he said

I roll my eyes at him and bite back a reply

"You're not gonna drop it are you?" he asks

"Nope so you should just make things easier and spill it"

"After he you know…I got mad and he- Hobbs said that Michael and I weren't really friends. That 'at best' he tolerated me" Justin explained

We both know that it's kind of true. It took Michael a while to accept the fact that Justin was going to be a permeant fixture in my life. We'd have constant arguments about Justin, I honestly couldn't believe it at first. But Michael was just jealous he got better after he met Ben. Not completely, now that I remember how he acted when Justin had his brief time with the fiddler.

But he at least tried…I think I sigh and shake my head. I'm about to say something to Justin when I her his slow breathing. I look down and realize that he's asleep, I look at the time and realize that it's almost midnight. I guess we all lost track of the time. I scoop my angel up and head back downstairs carefully.

"I thought the doctor said you weren't supposed to-"

"He's only like ten pounds, we're gonna head home" I said as Deb walks over with our jackets and the car keys.

"Thanks for helping" she said pinching my cheek

"Of course Debs" I said getting Justin into his jacket

I notice that everyone is asleep all over the living room with no intention of getting up.

"Looks like your hosting a sleepover" I said making her laugh

"Yea I don't have the heart to wake them, they look so peaceful" she said

"Yea I get it" I said holding Justin a little closer

Watching him sleep was always one of my favorite things to do. Ever since he first started sleeping over with me all those years ago. After hugging Debbie, I carry Justin to the car and drive home. Justin wakes up enough to enjoy a nice warm shower with me. Then (with very little help from him) I get Justin into his PJ's.

Then I do what I haven't been able to do in a while. I watch him sleep looking like every bit the angel he is.