Later, Michael finds Brian both dressing and kissing Justin. "I couldn't send him off without a nourishing high-protein breakfast," Brian explains to Michael. Really too much information, there, Brian. Justin's walking around like he owns the place. Michael snaps at him to hurry up. Twice, even. While no one's looking, Justin picks up Brian's jockstrap and stuffs it into his jeans pocket. Where no one will find it. Shyeah, right.
Outside, Brian gives Michael shit about the Jeep, while Justin laughs and laughs. We can't see exactly what they're looking at. Michael and Brian bicker for a while until Justin says, "You sound just like my parents fighting." At which point Brian shrugs it off -- it's a company car, anyway. Brian asks Justin if he cares. Justin, full of bravado, assures him that he does not. I believe his exact words were, "Fuck no." So, that's pretty definite.
The jeeps guns it down the Justin's school's street, Brian driving like a maniac, uniformed kids scurrying everywhere to get out of the way. He cuts a sharp turn in front of Justin's school, and now we can see the punchline: "FAGGOT" is spraypainted in fluorescent pink on the passenger door. Kids snicker and stare. One, a pretty black girl with wavy shoulder-length hair, looks concerned. Justin slinks as far down as he can in his seat, but it's way too late for that.
A boy walks by and yells, "Hey, Justin, you want to suck me off?" "No," Brian yells back at him, "But I'll kick your tight little virgin ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week." Someone on the boards said that they could see where they dubbed "kick" over Brian saying "fuck." I couldn't catch it, but that would have been cool, too. The boy slinks away. Justin grins. Could he be more in love? He asks Brian when he can see him again, and Brian answers, "I'll see you in your dreams." Which may or may not exclude any other place. Hard to say. This could cause a problem. The pretty girl looks even more concerned as Justin greets her, and she tells him that his mom called her house that morning, and she didn't know what to tell her. Justin says, "Daphne, I just saw the face of God. His name is Brian Kinney." Then Justin straps a leaking timebomb to his chest, and promptly slips on a banana peel on his way into class.
Michael kvetches about the graffiti, telling Brian that he's going to have to repaint it. Brian says he likes it that way -- fuck 'em. For emphasis, he screams out "FAGGOT!!!" For those who can't read. Or see, for that matter. We must all try to helpful whenever we can.