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Justin couldn't fucking believe it. Part of him wanted to grab Brian's shoulders and shake him awake, how dare he skip out on Justin like this when he was so obviously losing his fucking mind? Only... Brian hadn't done anything. He -hadn't-. And he didn't know and ooooh God, this was fifty different kinds of fucked up. Justin scooted away from Brian, backed up until he was sitting on the end of the bed, and he cradled his head in his hands and listened to Brian breathe and tried to figure out what the fuck just happened.
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