Justin's room. Mike opens the door, asking whether he may come in. After Justin invites him in, Mike reassures him that Brian's not moving to New York. Justin says that Brian's talking as though he is, and even flew up for an interview that morning. Ah. So that's where he was going. Mike says that there's no harm in taking a meeting, and "besides, I've known [Brian] a lot longer than you have. He may bitch and moan about Pittsburgh, but there's no way he'd stop being top dog to be one of the pack." Justin asks why Brian put his loft on the market, then. Mike didn't know that he had. Mike plops down on the bed next to Justin, stunned. Justin says that they should stop Brian. Mike snorts, yeah, that's likely. Justin protests that they can't just let him leave! Mike replies that they don't really have a choice: "Besides, everyone has the right to decide how they want to live their life [sic]. Look at you -- you decided to leave home, and I bet nothing could have changed your mind. It's the same way with Brian." Justin hangs his head, and then declares that he loves Brian. Mike's aware. But that's why Justin has to let him go. Justin snorts, "Just like that?" Justin doesn't get it. You see, if you love someone, you want what's going to make him (or her) happy. Is this a soapbox I see beneath my feet? You know, I don't rememer being such a preachy person before, but then again, I hadn't dealt with so many immature twits before I started recapping this show. Before that, it was just me looking in the mirror and going, "What the hell are you doing?" And then Justin actually tells Michael, to his face, "You must not care very much." Mike sighs, "I care more than you will ever know."

Demon's lair. Mike's alone in bed when the phone rings. Gratuitous sex scene #3 coming up! Ding! It's The Master, who's also in bed in his hotel room, and already has his hand on his crotch. Mike asks him how it's going. Demon replies that Hank was really glad to see him, and that they've just been hanging out. Mike says that it was a good idea he went. Demon asks his lover how he's doing, and Mike moves his hands down his chest a little and says that he misses Demon. I begin flinching and wincing like a Tourette's sufferer. Mike tells Demon that their bed is lonely, and that he was dreaming about Demon when he called. I really can't take this. They have stylized, moaning, groaning phone sex, okay? No, I'm not going into details. And you can't make me.