I don't even know where to start with listing all the things I love about this fic.

There's this: Things were different between us by then. We didn't really talk about it, but we were together like we hadn't been before. And yet apart. It was great and it sucked.

That is just how I like to picture their relationship when Justin's in New York.

And the passage of time. How one thing leads to another. Justin fantasizing. The confession and phone sex. Both points of view of each part. It's hot and it's also beautiful, which isn't something you would necessarily expect.