Brian: You were right. The reason I took you in was because you took a bat to the head. But it's not the reason I want you to stay. But... don't get the idea that we're some married couple, because we're not. We're not, like, fucking straight people. We're not like your parents. And we're not a pair of dykes marching down the aisle in matching Vera Wangs. We're queers. And if we're together, it's because we want to be, not because there's locks on our doors. So, if I'm out, just assume I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing: I'm fucking. And when I come home, I'll also be doing exactly what I want to do: coming home to you. Justin: Okay. I want some things too. You can fuck whom ever you want, as long as it is not twice. Same for me. And no names or numbers exchanged. And no matter where you are...no matter what you're doing...you always come home...by 2.
Justin: 3. One more thing: you don't kiss anyone else on the mouth...but me.
(Brian kisses Justin on the mouth.)