Mike calls Brian, who's lying back in his bed, all bandaged up, smoking a doobie that I'm sure isn't doctor-prescribed. Mike's all happy and excited; they made love in the woods, it was incredible, yada yada. When Mike says that he's never had sex outside before, Brian reminds him of the back alley at Babylon. Brian's all biting and drawling, so Mike asks what's up. Brian's like, oh...nothing...but Mike finally gets the accident out of him that Brian blames Hot Scruffy Guy because Brian wouldn't have sex with him again. Brian has a gash on his forehead and a slight concussion: "But I'm all right," Brian sighs, "So don't even THINK about cutting your trip short and coming back here." Manipulative asswipe. Brian hangs up the phone, leaving a very worried Mikey on his stomach in the woods, like a baby on a blanket. Dr. Dave returns, and asks what's up. Mike looks at him apprehensively
The Garage at the Taylor Manse. Craig surveys the damage to the front fender of his car. Like we couldn't guess it was him. Jenny walks in and asked what the hell happened. Craig lies that some guy in a jeep backed into him. Couldn't get his info, because it was dark, and the jerk drove off. Justin takes a peek, and then walks away, uninterested. Craig yells that Justin's not leaving, and Justin snorts, "Now I'm a prisoner?" Craig says that he knows what happened at school: "So, what, now you're flaunting yourself in front of everyone?" I get a brief mental picture of Justin in nothing but a boa and a pair of tightie-whities, skipping around the locker room, shrieking, "Wheee!" Not quite. Justin says he wasn't flaunting himself; Chris Hobbes started it. Craig says that he's not going back there anyway, because they're sending him away to school: "It's time for you to learn some discipline -- how to be a man." Justin smirks, "I know all about discipline. And you should see me take it like a man." Craig slaps him into 2002. Jenny's shocked and tries to get between them. Justin pushes her away and tells her it didn't hurt, and then he gets in his father's face and says, "If you want to hit me, go ahead. Only I'm not going to cry like some little faggot. And if you want to send me away, that's all right, too. Because I bet you more fucking goes on at boarding school than in the back room at Babylon. But whatever you do, it's not going to matter, because I'll still be your queer son." And with that, Justin stalks down the driveway. Huge hairy ones. I'm green with envy.