"I'm tired of being sad all the time, and having problems," Justin admitted, and then he kissed Anthony suddenly and warmly and hungrily, rolling him over and then on top of him, threading his fingers together with Ant's, pushing them over his head, pinned to the bed. "Let's just...not have problems for a while," he said, like kissing Anthony had finally flipped that switch in his brain. This was far better than telling Ant about his mother, anyway.