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Justin's renewed Brian-obsession was distracting, but it didn't keep him from noticing there was still something going on with Eric and Knox. Or rather, that Eric was obviously crushing on Knox, and -hard-. After a third straight dinner shift spent watching Eric blush whenever Knox offered to light his cigarette, Justin decided it was time to bring it up.
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These group jobs could really be a pain in the ass. Pete had suggested they carpool in his van, which was fine by Justin, the less time spent on Pittsburgh's public transportation the better, but about four blocks from their appointment address they hit a roadblock. Literally. The police had brought out barricades and strung tape across the road, and were forcing all traffic to turn onto a side street.
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By the time Rube arrived, Justin had gone quiet. Justin was still on his knees, but Brandon had shifted around a bit so he was sitting on the ground behind him. He still had hold of Justin by the arms, but by then it might have been more of a formality than anything. Or maybe it was something else, who could be sure? Brandon looked up at Rube like he expected him to have sprouted wings, or a jet pack or something. Rube lifted his shoulders and said quietly, "I was in the area. How is he?"
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