Brian considered himself an intelligent man, a culturally aware man, someone up to date on current trends. After all, he and Kinnetik were responsible for several of those trends. Since he hooked up with an artist, Brian made sure he could talk the talk regarding the classics as well as popular art. In other words when it came to abstract art Brian usually got it.

Except for now.

He had been studying a particular piece for over twenty minutes and for the life of him he couldn't understand it. The problem was that Justin painted it. Even worse, it bore the mark of the artist's own collection. Justin wasn't selling it. That meant eventually it was coming home so it was very important to Brian that he get it.

The painting was lovely with bright swirls of color, predominantly one color. It didn't need special lighting, the painting shined all by itself. 

Brian was about to throw in the towel. He turned to go find Justin. Justin was amidst a crowd of patrons with deep pockets and well wishers when their eyes met for a brief second. Justin smiled his brightest, the one reserved for Brian. Brian couldn't help but smile back. His one genuine smile reserved for Justin and Gus. And that's when Brian got it.

He quickly turned back to face the painting then back again towards Justin. Justin's smile became impossibly brighter just like his nickname, just like the sun and just like the yellow swirls of paint.

Brian smiled again, nodding with satisfaction as he did. Brian then went to go find his Sunshine.