philflam (philflam) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-03-29 16:22:00 |
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“What the fuck?”
Brian walked into his loft to find his four
Justin stuck his head out, “Hi, Lindsay brought Gus by.”
“We made a fork,” said Gus.
“A fort, Gus. Every kid needs a fort, right?”
Then Justin realized that Brian’s father had probably never built a fort or anything else with his son. “Come on in.”
Brian ducked to get in, in his Armani suit and Prada shoes, and sat cross-legged amongst toys, popcorn, and soda. Justin had never loved him more.