Behind a glass window at the hospital, Brian watches Justin toss and turn in his sleep. Brian pulls away from the window and snorts a popper. A nurse standing nearby asks Brian, "Crummy day?" Brian shrugs, "Yeah, but what's a little rain?" That will be his best line tonight. Cherish it. And wouldn't visiting hours be, like, way over? How did Brian even get up there? Anyway, the nurse offers Brian some tea. Brian doesn't answer. She offers him some soup. Brian doesn't answer some more, but kind of shakes his head. These two are obviously familiar with each other, though. The nurse tells Brian that the nurse who works the floor on Tuesdays and Thursdays said that Justin's motor skills are improving. But Justin tends to have temper tantrums when he gets frustrated. More new information. Brian, still trying to act like he doesn't care, says that there must be something the hospital can give Justin to calm him down. The nurse replies that "drugs can't solve everything." Brian snorts, "Where did you hear that?" The nurse casually replies, "If you ask me, what would help him the most is if he knew that you came here every --" Brian snaps, "No." And then proceeds to light a cigarette. In a hospital ward. He's polite enough, on the nurse's look, to offer her one. She declines. He scowls about the no-smoking-in-the-hospital rule. Ass. As the nurse walks away, Brian goes back to staring at Justin through the window.