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Once Justin started drawing Brian again, he kind of couldn't stop. It was like the fall before, after Justin had first met Brian, all over again. Only different, because in all of Justin's current pictures Brian had his clothes on. Mostly. But he couldn't help himself; every new bit of news he heard, the slightest whisper with Brian's name attached to it, would make his fingers itch for pencil and paper and send him scurrying for his sketchbook the first opportunity he got. He drew Brian at the diner eating lunch under Deb's motherly gaze, Brian at Woody's shooting pool with the guys, even Brian in his office after Cynthia, of all people, had shown up at the Liberty Diner and asked for a double order of lemon bars, to go. They might have been for her, but somehow Justin didn't think so. He got a silly satisfaction from his sketch of Brian trying to dust powdered sugar off the lapels of his Armani.
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