RATING: this chapter: PG
WORD COUNT: this chapter: 425
WARNINGS: this chapter: none, well…could be sad to some_Brian POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine.
Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ““I really just want to make certain you’re absolutely sure about this, Brian,” she continued, pulling papers from her briefcase, straightening them unnecessarily.’
Brian and Jennifer plot deception because Brian just can’t handle it
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree
A Time From Now
Cutting The Ties That Bind
Same Week - Pittsburgh
“Sure I can’t get you some coffee,” Brian asked, hovering by his coffeemaker, “or maybe some--?”
“No, I’m fine really,” Jennifer said, shifting uneasily on the kitchen counter barstool. Pulling papers from her briefcase, straightening them unnecessarily, she continued, “I really just want to make certain you’re absolutely sure about this.”
He settled on the stool next to her, “We’re not going through this again--”
“I just don’t understand why I‘m not supposed to tell Justin?” she said, her agitation obvious. “Or why you won’t?”
He leaned in close, leaned completely across the minimal space that separated them and said, “I can take my business elsewhere, Jennifer, it’s not like you’re the only real es--”
“I know and that won’t be necessary. It’s just…I know how much the loft means to you--”
“Meant to me.”
“Meant to Justin then. I don’t understand why…” But glancing toward him, she stopped herself, she looked quickly away.
He smiled, knowing exactly how he’d affected her and he was pleased. “He’ll find out when he needs to, when I tell him. Now, can we get on with this? I really don’t have all day.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Here are the documents. You’ll need to look them over and once you’ve signed, I can get started. I’ve already price-checked for comparable housing in the area, but there really isn’t much, especially of this quality, although I was still able to determine an asking price I think you’ll be pleased with.”
“Tell me all about it.”
Brian put the loft on the market without telling Justin. He wasn’t due back in Pittsburgh for awhile, needing to make a good impression at work, so for the time being anyway, all would be well. All he really wanted was to have the loft sold before breaking the news.
He was able to move, just before it sold, into an easy to leave, fairly nondescript apartment with a guest bedroom and a park across the street for Gus. This new transition home wasn’t right off Liberty Avenue; it was some distance away, just him moving himself away from what he knew he’d eventually have to leave. He also knew that sooner or later, Justin would surprise him with an unannounced visit and that if he was a caring man, a concerned partner, he would mention all of this to him before that fateful day, but while his intentions were good, he just never seemed to get around to it.
Who could’ve seen that one coming?
Next Chapter: Justin comes across his second lucky break…the first, naturally, having been Sam
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