Justin winced, as Daphne playfully punched him after her question. He tried to force a smile, but Daphne could see through it, and Justin knew. “I’m fine, Daph,” he assured her, taking a seat across from her at the cafe table. He took a long sip of carmel latte. It reminded him of Brian, which everything seemd to anyway. “The Pink Posse just did some boxing this morning, so I’m kind of sore.” He took a bite of his scone, chewing much too slowly than needed. He didn’t answer the Brian questions right away, but finally he spoke. “I’ve just been really busy recently with classes, work, Rage, and The Pink Posse….” he trailed off, the constant guilt that had been settling over him all week was raising again. Brian always told Justin to be the best homosexual he could be, and he never wanted Justin to give up anything for Brian (he had made that clear during the Dartmouth debate), but still, it was quite obvious that Brian was hurt. After Brian being injured, Justin felt even worse for not being there, but he also felt…good that he was helping, contributing to the protection of the queers. After Brian’s injury, hopelessness swarmed all around Justin, as well as an overwhelming, uncontrollable anger. It brought up a lot of memories and feelings about his own attack, but more than anything, seeing Brian hurt terrified him. Brian was the one thing in his life that always seemed to be undamagable. Justin knew more than anyone that Brian wasn’t necessarily the superhero he wanted everyone to believe, but Justin stil knew he was so fucking strong. Seeing him hurt, terrified Justin and that was the notion behind joining the Pink Posse. “But I guess I haven’t had too much time with Brian recently. We kind of got into a few fights recently.”
Daphne put her smoothie cup onto the glass cafe table. “Justin….” she said softly, reaching out to take Justin’s hand from across the table. “I get why you’re doing it, I really do.” She said, her eyes met Justin’s. “But don’t you think going out and looking for trouble is stiring things up a bit? I know you want to feel like you can protect people, especially Brian, but you don’t need to beat up straights to do that.” Daphne shrugged, she didn’t want to make it a big deal. No doubt, Justin had been lectured by Brian, and by looking at Justin’s face, it looked liek a fight probably broke out. Daphne didn’t know too much about what was going on with the Pink Posse, she was mainly just cranky that Cody, the ass hole leader of the group, told Daph she couldn’t be in it because she was straight (which was half true, and she almost told him that, too…). “What does Brian think about it?” She asked, taking a bite of the top of her muffin.
Justin pulled his hand back abruptly. Recently, he had been very touchy about physical contact with anyone besides Brian of course, and he didn’t know why. Deb had tried to give him a hug, and he got flinchy. “Sorry,” he whispered, when his eyes flickered up, clearly seeing that Daph was hurt by his reaction. “It’s just been a hard week. Cody and I ran into Hobbes the other day.” That was the one bit of information Justin hadn’t told anyone, not even Brian yet. It felt weird having something that Brian didn’t know, but he knew Brian would get more pissed than he already was over the Pink Posse if he knew they had run into Hobbes. Nothing happened, but Cody didn’t sound like he was going to let it go anytime soon. Justin sighed, sipping his latte. “Brian hates it, of course. You know him, he doesn’t understand doing anything at night besides fucking. Or during the day, for that matter. But he has work some of that time.” Justin sighed, the fight still fresh in his mind. He and Brian hadn’t ended so well last night, nor had they talked this morning. Justin sighed, he missed him.
Daphne was shocked by Justin’s reaction to her touch. He had done this before, react that way to being touched, but that was awhile ago. She was even more shocked when Justin said he had ran into Chris Hobbes. “God, Justin are you asking for trouble?” She said, the panic in her voice radiating clearly in her tone. She winced, that probably wasn’t the best way to go about it. She nodded as Justin spoke of Brian and his views on the Posse. “You guys fought huh?” She asked, her voice softening again. Justin was always one that took in everyone’s opinions so personally. He naturally liked to please people, especially Brian. Brian was so obviously his everything. But he was also struggling with Brian being his everything and also needing his independence. Yes, Brian had told him he loved him and was showing it, proving it everyday, but past actions gave supporting evidence to Justin’s fear that Brian could leave at any moment, and if that was the case, Justin needed to find a sense of purpose. Daphne sighed, god, Justin could be so difficult and moody sometimes.
Daphne, sipping her mango smoothie and taking a bite of her banana nut muffin, looked up to see the cute barista flirting with Justin. Justin seemed to attract more and more male attention the more attached and involved he got with Brian. Justin didn’t mind flirting, Daphne knew, he loved the attention and loved using some of Brian’s moves. But Daphne knew Justin loved Brian with his whole heart. She had never seen her friend so invested in someone like Justin was with Brian, and it worried her. More so, Justin seemed to be getting more and more on edge and doing more and more things to try and be more independent. “Hey yourself,” Daphne said, pushing back against her chair and standing up to hug Justin. “How’s it going? You look exhuasted! Long night with Brian?” She teased, playfully punching Justin, who seemed to wince at the contact. Daphne frowned, “Justin, what’s wrong? Why are you so sore? Are you hurt?”
Justin winced, as Daphne playfully punched him after her question. He tried to force a smile, but Daphne could see through it, and Justin knew. “I’m fine, Daph,” he assured her, taking a seat across from her at the cafe table. He took a long sip of carmel latte. It reminded him of Brian, which everything seemd to anyway. “The Pink Posse just did some boxing this morning, so I’m kind of sore.” He took a bite of his scone, chewing much too slowly than needed. He didn’t answer the Brian questions right away, but finally he spoke. “I’ve just been really busy recently with classes, work, Rage, and The Pink Posse….” he trailed off, the constant guilt that had been settling over him all week was raising again. Brian always told Justin to be the best homosexual he could be, and he never wanted Justin to give up anything for Brian (he had made that clear during the Dartmouth debate), but still, it was quite obvious that Brian was hurt. After Brian being injured, Justin felt even worse for not being there, but he also felt…good that he was helping, contributing to the protection of the queers. After Brian’s injury, hopelessness swarmed all around Justin, as well as an overwhelming, uncontrollable anger. It brought up a lot of memories and feelings about his own attack, but more than anything, seeing Brian hurt terrified him. Brian was the one thing in his life that always seemed to be undamagable. Justin knew more than anyone that Brian wasn’t necessarily the superhero he wanted everyone to believe, but Justin stil knew he was so fucking strong. Seeing him hurt, terrified Justin and that was the notion behind joining the Pink Posse. “But I guess I haven’t had too much time with Brian recently. We kind of got into a few fights recently.”
Daphne put her smoothie cup onto the glass cafe table. “Justin….” she said softly, reaching out to take Justin’s hand from across the table. “I get why you’re doing it, I really do.” She said, her eyes met Justin’s. “But don’t you think going out and looking for trouble is stiring things up a bit? I know you want to feel like you can protect people, especially Brian, but you don’t need to beat up straights to do that.” Daphne shrugged, she didn’t want to make it a big deal. No doubt, Justin had been lectured by Brian, and by looking at Justin’s face, it looked liek a fight probably broke out. Daphne didn’t know too much about what was going on with the Pink Posse, she was mainly just cranky that Cody, the ass hole leader of the group, told Daph she couldn’t be in it because she was straight (which was half true, and she almost told him that, too…). “What does Brian think about it?” She asked, taking a bite of the top of her muffin.
Justin wasn’t in the mood to deal with being lectured by Daphne, but he sucked it up. He hadn’t seen her since he stormed out during their last last lunch meeting and he owed her another meet up. So early that morning, after boxing with the Pink Posse, Justin showered and changed at the gym and…
Daphne, sipping her mango smoothie and taking a bite of her banana nut muffin, looked up to see the cute barista flirting with Justin. Justin seemed to attract more and more male attention the more attached and involved he got with Brian. Justin didn’t mind flirting, Daphne knew, he loved the attention and loved using some of Brian’s moves. But Daphne knew Justin loved Brian with his whole heart. She had never seen her friend so invested in someone like Justin was with Brian, and it worried her. More so, Justin seemed to be getting more and more on edge and doing more and more things to try and be more independent. “Hey yourself,” Daphne said, pushing back against her chair and standing up to hug Justin. “How’s it going? You look exhuasted! Long night with Brian?” She teased, playfully punching Justin, who seemed to wince at the contact. Daphne frowned, “Justin, what’s wrong? Why are you so sore? Are you hurt?”
Daphne frowned as she swirled her straw in her cup of pepsi. “Justin, I know you should be doing school, but maybe right now what you need is a little break. Or at least a break from the diner.” She held her hands up as she started to see Justin protest. “I know, I know you need to money and I know you want to feel productive, but you need to take care of yourself.” She sighed, knowing she was coming of as lecturing.
Justin slammed the slice of pizza back onto the plate. He didn’t know where this anger was coming from, but it always seemed to intensify when his hand was acting up. “I don’t need to drop out, Daph. Brian would blow a lid. He already thinks I need to get an intership at his buisness or what not.” He sighed, “And I can’t stop working. I still owe Brian a shit load of money, even my double shifts aren’t covering it.” He ran his not gimped hand through his hair again. “I’m sorry Daph…” he mused finally, before standing up, leaving money on the table to cover both of them, before he headed out.
Daphne stood up, watching after Justin. “Justin…” she called, watching him go. She sighed. When had he gotten so distant? When had he gotten so…not himself? They use to share everything and now, Daphne sighed, as she realized she knew nothing about him anymore.
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Daphne backed up, holding her hands up in surrender. “Justin, chill, ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Let’s just go get lunch, ok?” She said, giving a little smile, as Justin finally seemed to get less tense. “And let’s eat not here, I know you’re here all the time.”
Justin sighed, but forced a smile. He needed to be happy and ignore what was going for Daph. “Yeah, let’s go get pizza next door.” He said, linking his arm around her waist, and leading her to the door. “Deb, I’ll be back in a half hour.” He called, opening the door for them.
Daphne smiled as they walked into the pizza parlor. It had been ages since the two had hung out on their own. “So, is your hand acting up again?” She asked, as she folded her piece of pizza. She tilted her head, looking across the table at Justin, who’s hand seemed to still be shakey. “Is it getting worse?”
Justin looked down at his pizza, picking at the pepperoni. He picked off a piece and popped it in his mouth. “I don’t know. It’s been ok recently, I don’t know why it’s been acting up.” He sighed, his eyes rolling in frustration.
Daphne frowned as she swirled her straw in her cup of pepsi. “Justin, I know you should be doing school, but maybe right now what you need is a little break. Or at least a break from the diner.” She held her hands up as she started to see Justin protest. “I know, I know you need to money and I know you want to feel productive, but you need to take care of yourself.” She sighed, knowing she was coming of as lecturing.
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Daphne ran her fingers through her hair as she rushed up behind Justin, who was scrubing dishes at the diner. “Justin Taylor you work way too much. Deb, he’s taking his lunch break now.” She called out with a smile. Her smile fell slightly when she noticed how Justin’s…
Daphne backed up, holding her hands up in surrender. “Justin, chill, ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Let’s just go get lunch, ok?” She said, giving a little smile, as Justin finally seemed to get less tense. “And let’s eat not here, I know you’re here all the time.”
Justin sighed, but forced a smile. He needed to be happy and ignore what was going for Daph. “Yeah, let’s go get pizza next door.” He said, linking his arm around her waist, and leading her to the door. “Deb, I’ll be back in a half hour.” He called, opening the door for them.
Daphne smiled as they walked into the pizza parlor. It had been ages since the two had hung out on their own. “So, is your hand acting up again?” She asked, as she folded her piece of pizza. She tilted her head, looking across the table at Justin, who’s hand seemed to still be shakey. “Is it getting worse?”
Daphne ran her fingers through her hair as she rushed up behind Justin, who was scrubing dishes at the diner. “Justin Taylor you work way too much. Deb, he’s taking his lunch break now.” She called out with a smile. Her smile fell slightly when she noticed how Justin’s…
Daphne backed up, holding her hands up in surrender. “Justin, chill, ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Let’s just go get lunch, ok?” She said, giving a little smile, as Justin finally seemed to get less tense. “And let’s eat not here, I know you’re here all the time.”
Daphne ran her fingers through her hair as she rushed up behind Justin, who was scrubing dishes at the diner. “Justin Taylor you work way too much. Deb, he’s taking his lunch break now.” She called out with a smile. Her smile fell slightly when she noticed how Justin’s hand was cramping and a little shakey. “Justin,” she whispered, taking his hand. “What’s up?”