Growing up, Brian craved solitude. A place away from Joanie’s prying eyes, Claire’s incessant whining. Away from Jack’s lightning quick fists.

He lived in cramped quarters after college while he scrimped and saved for his perfect home. He fell in love with the loft immediately; bought it before he could truly afford it. He didn’t care because he loved it. He reveled in the space, the privacy.

In the hours after the Rage party, Brian’s footsteps echo on the cold hardwood floors as he paces.

He searches for joy in solitude and finds simply missing pieces where only Justin fits.