Brian shrugged. “Carlos has it under control.”

“Hmmm.” Justin folded the newspaper and slid it onto the coffee table. “You want to check out a movie?”

“Not particularly.”

“Woody’s?”

“Not in the mood.”

Justin leaned back onto the plush cushions of the sofa. The pop and crackle of wood in the fire was soothing, as was the way Brian’s arm came up to sling comfortably around his shoulder. He closed his eyes and felt content, happy in a way he never felt in New York.

“Let’s stay in,” Brian said against his temple.

Justin smiled.