This was beautiful. I really liked the way you wrote this story.
Justin always looks young and probably will until he's fifty, but with him in front of me slightly stoned, half drunk and sitting Indian style in his underwear, I can't helping thinking he looks like a kid again. I move closer and sling one of my legs over his lap and around his back. He looks at me so honestly. I smooth my hands through his hair and a few tears slide down his cheeks.
I can't really explain you why but this is the part that made me cry.