On a wintry December morning, Justins phone rings. Its Brian, hes in the city and on his way to Justins Chelsea apartment.
Justin escorts his trick-du-jour to the door, empties the litter box, brushes his teeth twice and brews a fresh pot of coffee.
When he hears Brian on the stairs, he runs out to meet him in the hallway. Justins bare feet are flecked with sage-green paint, and Brian still looks like a god.
They grin at each other, and Justin reaches out to brush snow off Brians wool coat before pulling him firmly and surely across his threshold.
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