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brianswalk ([info]brianswalk) wrote in [info]qaf_drabbles,
@ 2011-12-30 22:16:00
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Gusmas 2011
Title: It's Time
Author: [info]brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie. All remaining errors are mine or intentional. One more [info]drabylon dollar.
Prompt: restless


It's Time

Gazing onto their yard, Justin murmured, “It’s so beautiful. I miss this.”

“Frozen fucking tundra,” Brian muttered. “C’mon back to bed; it’s cold.”

“Brian?”

Brian waited as Justin gathered his thoughts. Or his courage, he mused.

“It was once your dream to conquer New York. Yet you accomplished everything you’ve ever wanted without leaving Pittsburgh.” Brian knew Justin was restless in the city; he’d known this conversation was looming. “New York was never my dream. And yet…” Justin trailed off wistfully.

“Then maybe it’s time to come home, Sunshine,” Brian said as he led Justin back to their bed.


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