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The Question Collection
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Adult +
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3
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"You have a young man demanding your presence immediately."
"Well...I don’t know if I’d exactly consider you young, Brian."
"Don’t be a twat, Sunshine." Justin can hear the smile in Brian’s voice. "Gus has spent all morning asking about you."
"Really?"
"Don’t sound so surprised. From what Lindsay tells me and what I’ve observed, he talks about you everyday." Brian pauses and Justin can hear him take a breath. "So do you have plans for the afternoon?"
"Actually, this is Gus’s lucky day. I have a completely clear schedule."
XXXXXXXXXX
Justin is lucky enough to find a parking spot on the street. He walks up to the building and pushes the buzzer at the front door.
"Hey, it’s me."
"Thank God." He says it with an exaggerated gratitude. Justin can only guess what that means as Brian buzzes him up and he takes the lift to the top floor. Brian’s standing in the doorway when Justin steps off the lift.
"They’ve been bugging the shit out of me." Before he can finish the sentence, two eight-year-olds are running to greet him. The redhead stops shyly a couple of feet in front of him, as Gus launches himself at Justin’s body.
"Justin!" And he can’t help but chuckle at the enthusiasm in that one word.
"Hey, Gus." He extracts himself from Gus’s embrace to greet Reid.
"Hey buddy. What are you doing here today?"
"My mom said I could come over. We’re having a sleepover."
"Yeah, Jus, are you sleeping over too?" Justin looks over the boy’s head to look at Brian, silently asking if he’d be welcomed. Brian rolls his eyes at the hesitancy.
"I’m sure we’ll convince Justin to stay somehow, Gus."
They all take the few steps to enter the loft and almost as soon as they’re through the doorway, Gus is dragging Justin to the little table Brian bought for him so long ago. Apparently he and Reid were working on a picture and they wanted a "real artist" to help them with it. Looking at the mess on the table, Justin can see why Brian bought an extra table for Gus. He’s sure Brian would have had a conniption fit over crayon marks and colored pencil scratches covering his thousand dollar, Mies van der Rohe, glass table.
All four of them sit around the cheap, plastic table while Gus describes exactly what he wants on the paper, ordering everyone to do this and that. Something he must have picked up from his father. Justin can see that Lindsay and probably himself influenced Gus’s interest in art. But the child definitely didn’t inherit Lindsay’s talent. Something he must have been aware of, considering he was leaving all the actual drawing to Justin and Reid.
After a few minutes, Brian stood up.
"I’ll leave you with the children, Sunshine. I have work to do."
"You just wanted me to come over for the free baby-sitting, didn’t you?" Justin asks teasingly. Brian leans down, kissing his forehead before speaking softly, just for his benefit.
"That isn’t the only reason I want you around, Justin." He walks away to his desk, leaving Justin to his thoughts. A couple of weeks ago, Brian had asked him to move in. Well that actually wasn’t the first time it came up in conversation. But, it was the first time that Justin took the question seriously and actually considered answering in the affirmative.
Justin is snapped out of his thoughts by Gus’s voice.
"Justin, why don’t you live here?" Wasn’t that the million-dollar question? He loved Brian and he loved Gus. Brian wanted him here and he was pretty sure Gus wouldn’t mind. But there was something holding him back from making that leap. Justin looks up at Gus’s expectant face and realizes he still has a question to answer.
"Gus, I have my own apartment. You know that. You’ve been there before." The frown that appears on Gus’s face is almost comical.
"Justin, your apartment sucks." Gus says in all seriousness. And Justin can barely keep himself from laughing.
"Really? And why do you think it sucks?" Gus moves closer to Justin and rests a hand on top of his, a gesture he’s witnessed Lindsay do time and time again when she has something to say that might upset someone.
"Justin, your apartment is small. There’s not enough room for me and Dad when we have sleepovers. You don’t have a T.V. or a PlayStation. Your building is old and it’s not safe." Justin looked up at that remark. "I heard mom talking."
"Well, maybe I’ll get a new apartment, that’s bigger and safer. And, I’ll buy a television and PlayStation."
"No. You should move in here." He says it with so much finality that Justin can’t help but be reminded of Brian.
"But, I like living alone." And Justin seriously doubts his sanity as he has a completely serious conversation with an eight-year-old about where he should live.
"But you like me and Dad, more. You and Dad love each other. And you love me too, don’t you?"
"Of course I do." Gus nods as if he was already sure of the answer.
"You and Dad should live with each other." Justin, realizing they had been ignoring Gus’s friend for the past few minutes, turns to Reid for his opinion.
"So, what do you think Reid?"
"Well, you and Mr. Brian love each other, right?"
"Right."
"Then you should live together. My parents love each other and they live together."
"Well, I guess I’ll think about it then."
"That means he’ll say yes," Gus whispers not too quietly in Reid’s ear.
XXXXXXXXXX
Brian and Justin lay in bed, albeit clothed for the benefit of the children.
"So what did you have to give Gus to get him to say all of that?" Brian’s face is a mask of mock indignation.
"Sunshine. I’m shocked! To think I’d have to pay my own child to do his dear father a favor.”
"It’s because you’re his father that I know he did his best to get something out of that. So what did you get him?"
"I bought him an i-Pod."
"An i-Pod, Brian? He’s only eight!"
"I know, I know. But, what can I say, the boy has expensive tastes."
"I wonder where he got that from." Brian does the expected eye-roll before becoming serious.
"You know I really do want you here. So does Gus."
"I know."
"Then what’s stopping you?" Justin paused before answering, trying to come up with a reason for why he hadn’t moved in already and coming up empty.
"Nothing I guess."
"So, you’ll move in with me?"
"Yeah. I guess I’ll have a talk with my landlord."
"Well...I don’t know if I’d exactly consider you young, Brian."
"Don’t be a twat, Sunshine." Justin can hear the smile in Brian’s voice. "Gus has spent all morning asking about you."
"Really?"
"Don’t sound so surprised. From what Lindsay tells me and what I’ve observed, he talks about you everyday." Brian pauses and Justin can hear him take a breath. "So do you have plans for the afternoon?"
"Actually, this is Gus’s lucky day. I have a completely clear schedule."
XXXXXXXXXX
Justin is lucky enough to find a parking spot on the street. He walks up to the building and pushes the buzzer at the front door.
"Hey, it’s me."
"Thank God." He says it with an exaggerated gratitude. Justin can only guess what that means as Brian buzzes him up and he takes the lift to the top floor. Brian’s standing in the doorway when Justin steps off the lift.
"They’ve been bugging the shit out of me." Before he can finish the sentence, two eight-year-olds are running to greet him. The redhead stops shyly a couple of feet in front of him, as Gus launches himself at Justin’s body.
"Justin!" And he can’t help but chuckle at the enthusiasm in that one word.
"Hey, Gus." He extracts himself from Gus’s embrace to greet Reid.
"Hey buddy. What are you doing here today?"
"My mom said I could come over. We’re having a sleepover."
"Yeah, Jus, are you sleeping over too?" Justin looks over the boy’s head to look at Brian, silently asking if he’d be welcomed. Brian rolls his eyes at the hesitancy.
"I’m sure we’ll convince Justin to stay somehow, Gus."
They all take the few steps to enter the loft and almost as soon as they’re through the doorway, Gus is dragging Justin to the little table Brian bought for him so long ago. Apparently he and Reid were working on a picture and they wanted a "real artist" to help them with it. Looking at the mess on the table, Justin can see why Brian bought an extra table for Gus. He’s sure Brian would have had a conniption fit over crayon marks and colored pencil scratches covering his thousand dollar, Mies van der Rohe, glass table.
All four of them sit around the cheap, plastic table while Gus describes exactly what he wants on the paper, ordering everyone to do this and that. Something he must have picked up from his father. Justin can see that Lindsay and probably himself influenced Gus’s interest in art. But the child definitely didn’t inherit Lindsay’s talent. Something he must have been aware of, considering he was leaving all the actual drawing to Justin and Reid.
After a few minutes, Brian stood up.
"I’ll leave you with the children, Sunshine. I have work to do."
"You just wanted me to come over for the free baby-sitting, didn’t you?" Justin asks teasingly. Brian leans down, kissing his forehead before speaking softly, just for his benefit.
"That isn’t the only reason I want you around, Justin." He walks away to his desk, leaving Justin to his thoughts. A couple of weeks ago, Brian had asked him to move in. Well that actually wasn’t the first time it came up in conversation. But, it was the first time that Justin took the question seriously and actually considered answering in the affirmative.
Justin is snapped out of his thoughts by Gus’s voice.
"Justin, why don’t you live here?" Wasn’t that the million-dollar question? He loved Brian and he loved Gus. Brian wanted him here and he was pretty sure Gus wouldn’t mind. But there was something holding him back from making that leap. Justin looks up at Gus’s expectant face and realizes he still has a question to answer.
"Gus, I have my own apartment. You know that. You’ve been there before." The frown that appears on Gus’s face is almost comical.
"Justin, your apartment sucks." Gus says in all seriousness. And Justin can barely keep himself from laughing.
"Really? And why do you think it sucks?" Gus moves closer to Justin and rests a hand on top of his, a gesture he’s witnessed Lindsay do time and time again when she has something to say that might upset someone.
"Justin, your apartment is small. There’s not enough room for me and Dad when we have sleepovers. You don’t have a T.V. or a PlayStation. Your building is old and it’s not safe." Justin looked up at that remark. "I heard mom talking."
"Well, maybe I’ll get a new apartment, that’s bigger and safer. And, I’ll buy a television and PlayStation."
"No. You should move in here." He says it with so much finality that Justin can’t help but be reminded of Brian.
"But, I like living alone." And Justin seriously doubts his sanity as he has a completely serious conversation with an eight-year-old about where he should live.
"But you like me and Dad, more. You and Dad love each other. And you love me too, don’t you?"
"Of course I do." Gus nods as if he was already sure of the answer.
"You and Dad should live with each other." Justin, realizing they had been ignoring Gus’s friend for the past few minutes, turns to Reid for his opinion.
"So, what do you think Reid?"
"Well, you and Mr. Brian love each other, right?"
"Right."
"Then you should live together. My parents love each other and they live together."
"Well, I guess I’ll think about it then."
"That means he’ll say yes," Gus whispers not too quietly in Reid’s ear.
XXXXXXXXXX
Brian and Justin lay in bed, albeit clothed for the benefit of the children.
"So what did you have to give Gus to get him to say all of that?" Brian’s face is a mask of mock indignation.
"Sunshine. I’m shocked! To think I’d have to pay my own child to do his dear father a favor.”
"It’s because you’re his father that I know he did his best to get something out of that. So what did you get him?"
"I bought him an i-Pod."
"An i-Pod, Brian? He’s only eight!"
"I know, I know. But, what can I say, the boy has expensive tastes."
"I wonder where he got that from." Brian does the expected eye-roll before becoming serious.
"You know I really do want you here. So does Gus."
"I know."
"Then what’s stopping you?" Justin paused before answering, trying to come up with a reason for why he hadn’t moved in already and coming up empty.
"Nothing I guess."
"So, you’ll move in with me?"
"Yeah. I guess I’ll have a talk with my landlord."