After spending the previous night sucking, fucking, and drinking the night away at Babylon, both Brian and Justin looked and felt a little worse for wear. They sat in their usual booth at the diner with the usual suspects, trying for all the world to appear as if they were actually paying attention to the inane conversation going on around them. They stole glances at each other across the table through blurry eyes and lead-heavy heads.

Deciding talking would take more strength than either of them possessed at the moment, they each grabbed hold of the forks sitting in front of them and began to have a very silent conversation. They interlocked their eating utensils, rocking them back and forth between them, smiling and letting the flatware say all the things they couldn’t.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, twat,” passed between them without nary a word being spoken.