Brian has a rare bout of self-reflection as he sings along with a Pink song on his way to work.

Set sometime in the middle of season two, before everything went to crap.

I still can't believe this is my life. Two days ago I was the stud of Liberty Avenue and a successful adman, today... today I am a father. I still recall the words he whispered in my ear that night, as we all sat in Lindsay's hospital room: "You deserve to be loved Brian. Don't let anyone make you think you can't, don't let them win. Show them they are wrong"

I've dedicated all my life to show Saint Joan, Jack and every homophobe out there that underestimating me was a mistake. I became a successful businessman, being the head of the advertising department in Ryder's Advertising. I had the money, the looks, the gang and everyone wanted me... but I was still hallow.

I've proved them all wrong in everything, but one thing. I ended up believing their words, that I was unwanted, that no one will ever love me, that I was not desired, that I should have been aborted.

However, all that changed two days ago. When, I met a fallen angel under a streetlight, no matter how lesbian I sounded, to me that was true. Looking so innocent and pure, he was just asking for me to pick him up. I don't normally go for blonds, but I wanted to be in that world- that world of light- at least for a night.

Post-514, and Brian and Justin are living together at Britin. Brian receives some difficult news.

When Justin’s travel plans take an unexpected turn due to weather and he falls ill, Brian is there to help. 

Debbie finds out it's never too late to say goodbye    

Brian sums up his competition as he offers him a part in a commercial…

SUMMARY: It's hard coming to grips with the loss of someone you love. It's harder still when you feel a weight of guilt for their death. And sometimes it's just the bigger picture you're afraid of facing.

Non-canon compliant.

Justin has sent Brian a present. He is NOT impressed.

Follow-up to "The Very Last Thing". Read that one first or this will make no sense. Both are very short. Do not be afraid of this because of the MCD tag. I promise it won't hurt. Much. 

A simple poem.

Michael is eavesdropping...

Moments.