Michael throws things around in his room. Brian lets himself in. He tells Michael that his room is a shithole. Michael whines that he can't find his black jeans. Brian points out that Michael is holding them. Michael changes his pants. Brian asks if Michael called Debbie. "No!" Michael whines. He says he called Vic. Well, that's pretty much the same thing, isn't it? Michael whines that he doesn't need a bunch of shit right now from her. Brian tells him to take a nap. "I can't!" Michael whines. He looks around for his blue shirt. "You're wearing it," Brian says. Michael sits down to put on his shoes. Brian sits next to him on the bed. He says that Michael doesn't have to be brave on account of him. Michael says that nobody's thinking about him right now. "I'm thinking about Ben," he reminds himself. "He could DIE," he reminds us, all melodramatic like that. Brian says that they should help Michael. Michael says that he doesn't need any help. "I can do it myself," he says like he's being punished. Since when? When did Michael suddenly decide he doesn't like getting help from people? What's with the martyr routine? "You really ought to save the hero shit for the god damn comic book," Brian says without his voice changing even slightly. He's almost completely asleep right now. Maybe they hypnotize Gale Harold before taping so that he sounds that way. Michael says this isn't "hero shit," and that he can take care of himself and Ben without anyone else. He says they're doing just fine. He asks what he did with his wallet. Brian reaches out his hand and shows Michael that he's holding the wallet. Of course. Because I needed the same thing to happen three times. The jeans, the shirt, the wallet. Original.
I don't know what day it is now or why Justin's not at the damn comic-book store like he just said he would be, but now he's at the art exhibit with Daphne, who tells him that his stuff is the best in the room. Justin tells Daphne that she doesn't know shit about art. Way to take a compliment, dude. They stand awkwardly so that we can see Ethan standing in a "You can't tell it's me!" corner. He interrupts them and says that Justin's stuff is the best. He makes Justin admit that he's good at drawing. Daphne comments that it's the guy from the street, and Justin pretends he doesn't know that. She teases him and walks away, back to the faraway land she lives in. Why can't Justin tell his best friend what the fuck is going on in his life? I hate Justin. I never did before, but I really hate him now. Ethan asks who Daphne is. "Just a friend from high school," Justin says. Oh, "just"? Fuck off. Ethan asks how much Justin wants for one of the paintings. Justin asks for $3 million dollars, Mr. Bigglesworth, since he's so brilliant. Ethan says he should have asked for five. Justin tells him he can have it (dot, dot, dot) for a song. Aw, I'm gonna puke. Ethan almost cries and says, "You drive a hard bargain." He invites Justin over later "to collect." Ethan walks away, and Justin stands still, sighing.