Back at the Penthouse in the Sky, Brian's checking himself out in the mirror. He really is damn sexy. Don't think I don't hate him for it. Damn sexy. Huh. He snorts. "I'd fuck you!" he says to himself, and not to me, sadly. Yes, I know, he's gay, but hot is hot. You think I watch The Practice for the storylines? Please. Have you seen Dylan McDermott?
The doorbell rings. Brian saunters to the intercom, and buzzes his guest up. He opens the door, and of course it's Justin. Brian brushes him off, but Justin's determined, desperate, and says he just wants to talk to him. To his credit, Brian doesn't laugh in his face. Brian's actual guest -- who looks like that punk guy in Some Kind of Wonderful, except dressed in more leather -- walks up the stairs behind Justin, and suggestively brushes by Brian on his way into the loft. Justin's still not sure what's going on. Leather Guy asks who Justin is, and Brian says, very firmly, looking directly at the boy, "No one." Justin won't quit, and insists that he need to see Brian. Brian says he's busy. Leather Guy tells them both that he doesn't mind a threesome, but Justin's kind of young. WE KNOW. Brian says Justin's leaving. In the voice of all jealous boyfriends -- and girlfriends, for that matter -- Justin asks Brian, "Who's he?" Keep up, babydoll. Brian introduces Leather Guy as "Mr. Goodfuck." Mr. Goodfuck: "George, actually." Ha! Brian couldn't care less. Justin yells at Brian, "You don't even know him!" The GM/SGWC screams in unison: "HELLO!!! HE DIDN'T KNOW YOU, EITHER!!!!" Brian tells Justin to go home. Go home, Justin. Justin finally bolts down the stairs. Brian turns back to Mr. Goodfuck. George remarks that Brian didn't treat Justin very nicely. Brian: "Who are you, Father Goodfuck?" George stares at him, arms folded. I may never stop laughing. Brian sighs heavily and growls, "Fine! I'll be right back." Before he closes the door behind him he snaps, "Make yourself comfortable. And don't steal anything!"
Brian catches up with Justin just as he's about to get into his car. Justin's all kinds of upset. Brian tells him that Michael is right, he doesn't "do" boyfriends, not his own at any rate. "You'll fuck anyone!" Justin cries, and The Coalition, although we feel badly for him, can't help a sharp, sarcastic, collective gasp. We're bitches, we know. Brian: "It was just for fun. We wanted each other, we had sex, what did you think was going on?" Justin thinks that he's been an idiot. I wanna hug him, and this scene is really painful, as the birth of a cynic always is. But the boy has to learn sometime. Brian: "I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient, and you get out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit. Love is something that straight people tell themselves they're in so they can get laid. And then they end up hurting each other because it was all based on lies to begin with. Is that what you want? Then go and find yourself a pretty little girl and get married." But don't be getting any ideas about Daphne, Justin. I mean it. By this time, Justin is openly weeping. "That's not what I want," Justin cries. "I want you." Brian replies, "You can't have me. I'm too old -- you're too young for me. I'm twenty-eight." Justin corrects him: he's twenty-nine. "All the more reason," Brian continues. Brian gently tells Justin to go home, and watches his car pull away. I gotta say, both actors did an excellent job with that scene. Brian took away Justin's innocence and faith, and for once, he has to face the consequences of his actions. And he doesn't look too pleased about possibly sending another Brian out into the world, I gotta tell you.