Brian hopes that if he ignores it, the fucker will just shut up and pass out like any normal human being who just had mind blowing haven’t-seen-each-other-in-six-weeks sex.

“Did you really climb onto the ledge of the hospital after Gus was born?”

Brian concentrates on his breathing. In out. In out. Surely Justin will see that he’s asleep.

“Brian?”

Brian wonders if he should start packing duct tape in his suitcase.

“Brian. I know you’re awake.”

Brian sighs. “Of course not.”

“Was it Michael that talked you down? It was, wasn’t it?”

“Go to sleep.”

Fleetingly, Brian thinks that Justin is actually going to listen to him for once.

“You must have been really freaked out.”

Shit.

“I knew I was going to love him.” Brian rolls to his side and opens his eyes to meet Justin’s earnest gaze. “Love just fucks you up.”

“Yeah,” Justin agrees. He yawns widely before settling against Brian’s side. “Love you.”

It’s Justin’s even breathing that lulls Brian to sleep.