Shoot, it is really really really late and it is all your fault. I told myself I was going to stop reading at 1AM, then 1:30 and now it's 2:46 and I'm finally finished... So not fair.
All of the Hunter stuff just killed me :)
So many good lines:
Justin smiled, his lips twisting nastily. "Sometimes I dream about it--the prom, I mean--and I'm not sure if it's real, you know? I don't know if it's something that I've made up from the versions I've heard from you and Daph, or--" Justin snorted. "But, here's the crazy part, I was most pissed off that you wanted to forget."
The room smelled like Justin, and it felt like Justin. There was a collage of pictures taped to the mirror over the small chest of drawers. Brian made note of a photo of himself and Gus playing on the floor of the loft; he remembered when Justin had taken that picture with his new digital camera.
The collage featured many pictures of him, but Brian was a little surprised to find that he wasn't the main feature on the little altar to their make-shift family. There were several photos of Molly, a few of Jennifer, and even one of the entire Taylor family, back when Molly had been just a baby. And others, all of their friends smiling, hugging, laughing together--Lindsay and Michael, Gus and Melanie, Debbie, Emmett and Ben, Daphne and Justin, Ted, Emmett and Debbie, Ted and Lindsay. Even one of Brian and Michael sitting together at the diner.
Justin smiled sadly. "Don't you understand? It should have been you."
And well, so many more but I'm tired. It was a really good fic and I'm glad you didn't have Brian tell Justin he was there at the hospital even though I wanted him to say it. And so Brian that he wouldn't give him the sweater!