Brian's loft. Mikey's lecturing Brian that he should apologize. Brian's not sure what he's apologizing for. Mike storms that it was his father's funeral, and that Brian's dad earned his respect, even if he was a shit. Brian, well into what looks like a bottle of rum, snarls, "Bullshit. If you don't earn respect when you're alive, you don't deserve it when you're dead." Brian compliments Mike on his respectfulness, though: "Everyone was very touched by your little memory. Only you don't remember shit." Brian stumbles up to his bed, snaps open a popper, and takes a hit. Mike tsks, "Haven't you abused yourself enough?" Brian: "No!" Snicker. They plop down on the bed and Brian corrects Mike's tale (that's "tale," not "tail," so don't get excited): Brian did get a strike, they were jumping up and down, Jack did come back from the bar and surprise them, but Mike's the one who hugged Brian, not Jack -- "That was just your 'gee, I wish I had a daddy' fantasy," Brian tells Mike -- and Brian gave Mike a big kiss. Which is when Jack yelled, "What are you, a couple of fucking fairies?" Brian says that he pushed Mike away so hard, he "practically rolled down the lane." And then Brian ran away. Brian gets up because it's hot in the loft, and standing up is the only way he can dramatically rip off his shirt, popping all the buttons. Still needs to get back into the crunches. Mike stops him and makes him lie down on the bed. He mutters that maybe giving Brian coffee wasn't such a good idea, and takes Brian's shoes off and starts to unbutton his pants so he can put him to bed. All of a sudden, Brian grabs Mike and asks him to stay with him. He pulls Mike down as Mike agrees to stay for a little while. They snuggle, and then Brian pushes Mike onto his back and starts to kiss him. Mike's all, what are you doing?! Brian, unzipping Mike's pants, says he's just messing around. Mike stops him, and Brian asks him, "Isn't that what you've always wanted, Michael?" Mike: "What, a drunken fuck so you don't have to think about your dad? I never wanted that." Brian rolls off him as Mike sits up, probably thinking, wait a minute, was that right?
Babylon! Once again, a disappointing majority of HDGBs are wearing shirts. Next to the stairs, Emmett's making out with one of them. Nice kissing. It looks like fun. Emmett pulls back and croons, "You are the best kisser, hands down." Kissing Guy moves his hands down from Emmett's shoulders. Emmett tells him that that was just an expression. Hee! As Emmett's chewing on Kissing Guy's ear, he sees Blake at the upstairs bar, talking to some shaggy-haired guy. Emmett tells Kissing Guy not to go anywhere, and stalks upstairs, past all these men, wearing shirts. Isn't it hot in there? They should really take their shirts off. Emmett taps Blake on the shoulder. Blake tells him he doesn't want to dance. Emmett replies that he wasn't going to ask. He asks Shaggy to excuse them. Blake doesn't recognize Emmett and asks who he is. Emmett reminds Blake that he's Ted's friend, and that they met the night Blake collapsed in the restroom. Emmett and Ted rushed him to the hospital? Blake sheepishly replies that he remembers. Emmett politely inquires after Blake's health. Blake says that he's fine, and that he's staying with Ted. Emmett asks, curiously, "So, why aren't you there, talking to [Ted] instead of here, talking to a dealer?" That's a good question. Blake? Shaggy's just a friend, he says. Emmett snorts, "Honey, don't bullshit me. Ted, maybe. He doesn't know about these things. But we do....I tried to warn him, but he wouldn't listen. Because he loves you. In fact, he loves you so much, he believes you're clean. Imagine that!" Blake says that he loves Ted, too. Oh, I can't help it -- awww! Emmett slams him down, though. Blake doesn't love Ted, Blake loves drugs. Emmett: "So get drugs. Here, I will even give you the money. But leave him alone. Because if you break his heart, I will break your face!"