Justin didn’t glance up from the storyboards. “Bullshit.”

“He did,” Michael insisted. “Being Brian Kinney he couldn’t admit it, of course.”

“Michael--”

“He said you were kind of sweet.”

Justin paused in his sketching, pencil hovering over the paper. “When?”

“That time we saw you in Woody’s with Daphne. I was busy trying to convince Brian to dump his teen stalker forever -- obviously this was before I met Ben -- and he said--”

“That I was kind of sweet?” Justin peered up through his bangs and grinned.