He knew he was doing the right thing. After all, he’d always said that if the kid didn’t get his needs met, he should go elsewhere. There never were any locks on the door. But as he replaced the Rage mask, Brian had never felt more exposed.
No apologies, no regrets was always his motto. But this sinking feeling in the pit of his gut as he searched for the next willing ass into which to bury his sorrows felt like something he shouldn’t be feeling. Surely Justin would realize that romantic love was bullshit and find his way home.
Brian smoked a cigarette slowly, still tasting Justin on his lips even after he'd finished it. He sat for a few minutes more, breathing deeply, and letting it all truly sink in.. It had happened so quickly, broken up to bomb to wedding to goodbye. He felt around the edges of Justin's leaving the way you prod at a bruise, seeing how much it's going to hurt. He stood up, his shoulders straight, his plan still now crystal clear in his mind. He lit another cigarette and nodded to himself absolutely certain that his next move was the right one.