BRIAN "Come congratulate me. Your partner just made partner."
No response. The place is empty. He must be out. I find Michael et. al. at Babylon, but not Justin. He went without me. I’m heading back to the loft, mentally packing, heading to Vermont, to find him, to… what? I can’t tell him what he wants to hear, and he’s been listening for it. Once home I realize there’s no point, he’s not just gone for the week; not really, he’s been leaving for a while. I know, I’ve been telling him to. I just wish he’d stop listening to me.
JUSTIN The place is beautiful. Snowboarding is almost fun, even if I’m freezing half the time, and the guys are hot but every night I sit here, flipping through the channels and hoping he’ll call. Every time I come in the door I let out a breath I swore I wouldn’t be holding when he’s not here. I curse myself every time I check my messages. I should be past this. He’s where he wants to be, doing what he wants to be doing. No surprise. He never comes when I wait for him, didn’t I learn that the last time?