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Towards the end of Justin’s first semester at PIFA, he got the opportunity to go to a sister school in Los Angeles.
He and Brian had been having some problems, or rather, Justin had some problems with Brian and his refusal to talk about his feelings.
Justin didn’t want to lose Brian, but he felt that he probably would even if he stayed in Pittsburgh. He talked to his mother, Daphne, and Brian about whether he should accept the offer or not.
His mother was ambivalent; on one hand, she didn’t want Justin that far away, especially not so soon after the bashing, but on the other hand, she figured some time away from Brian would maybe give him the opportunity to meet someone closer to his own age, see that Brian wasn’t the only man in the world.
Daphne, who knew the whole reason why he wanted to go, as the only one, thought it was a great idea. She just told him to make sure he reminded Brian of his existence on a regular basis.
Brian felt it was a great opportunity for Justin, who always wanted to be an animator, something the LA school specialized in. He also knew that Justin wasn’t happy with the way things were. He knew what it would take to keep Justin with him, and even though he knew he would miss him terribly, he wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.
All this resulted in Justin leaving for the west coast a week after the New Year. He and Brian had a long talk where Brian promised that the loft would still be Justin’s home when the semester was over.
Justin wrote long e-mails to Brian every couple of days where he told him all about what he learned and how much he missed Brian. Not once did he mention a word about what he did outside school, or whether or not he made any friends. He didn’t talk about how hot the guys were or how he had fucked this surfer dude, or that movie star. He only told Brian how much he looked forward to Brian fucking him.
Brian answered every single e-mail, though none of his replies were ever as long or as sincere as Justin’s, but he answered, nonetheless.