| PARIS, FRANCE - DAWN Justin awakes startle to find himself in Brian's bed. He looks over at Brian lying beside him with a troubled, confused expression that slowly melts into a small smile. He gazes at him for a moment longer then slowly tries to slip unnoticed out of the bed. At the slightest movement by Justin, Brian is fully awake. With a French, Brian asks, �Running away from me, Little Rabbit?� �I shouldn�t be here Hugh...� �And where else should you be?� Brian pulls Justin into his arms. Justin moves away and sadly stares at some of Brian's photographs which are posted on the wall. �You really are leaving, aren�t you?� �Lebanon is happening right now and it�s my opportunity!� Brian pulls Justin�s face to his, so they could make eye contact. �Justin, I never made you any promises. Don�t let a scoundrel like me ruin your life.� �Are you a scoundrel, Hugh?� �More than you�ll ever know... But I wanted you, Justin, more than anything.� The lovers kiss and embrace. Justin can feel tears forming in his eyes. �Oh, Hugh...I feel as though I could die in your arms.� Brian becomes concern. �But I need you to live Justin. My world is better place you are in it.� Sobbing, Justin states, �We may never again know days like the ones we�ve shared.� �True, but, ah, what memories!� Taking a sheet and wrapping it around his body, Justin picks up his gym bag and rushes to Brian�s bathroom closing the door behind him. He splashes water from the sink to his face desperately trying to get rid of his tears. Brian lights a cigarette and looks about until he finds his underwear. His gaze keeps returning to the bathroom door. There is a mental debate going on in his mind. Justin yells still inside the bathroom, �Hugh... I never asked you about your parents. We should have talked about them, I suppose.� �What�s to talk about?� �Well, what are they like? What do they do for a living?� asks Justin as he puts on his sneakers. �My mother is a housewife or was only a housewife. She is dead now.� �And your father?� Brian takes his cigarette and crushes it out in an ash tray completely killing embers. �Father? My mother was never married.� Finally the bathroom opens. Justin is dressed in sweat clothes. �My mother is also dead. She fell down the basement steps carrying a load of laundry. My baby brother, Emmett was only 10 months old. I was six and Lindsay was seven.� Brian doesn�t know how to react. �And your father?� Justin picks up his American Naval lieutenant uniform from the floor and stuffs it into his gym bag. �He�s a farmer. Just a cheep old stubborn red neck farmer, who never gave me a chance.� Deeply staring in each others eyes, Brian remarks, �How sad for you, Justin.� Brian watches Justin pack the last of his belongings and places his arms through the bags handles turning it into a back pack. �Surely, you are not thinking of running all the way back to your quarters?� �That�s exactly what I�m doing.� �But that has to be 20 kilometer at least. You must let me drive you at least part of the way.� Looking at Brian standing there dressed only in his underwear, Justin smiles. �In that outfit!� �Well, I suppose I could, but I had plan on slipping on some pants and maybe a shirt.� Justin places his finger tips on Brian�s lips to silence him. �No long goodbyes, please. Besides, I feel a need to run this morning. It helps me to clear my head.� �All right, if this is what you wish.� Justin kisses Brian passionately. �Be careful with yourself, they�ll...just be careful.� Opening the door to leave, Justin exits into the hall way. �Goodbye, Little Rabbit, and you be careful too.� �I will.� Brian closes his apartment door and secures the locks before placing his palms flat upon the door and sigh with disgust. With no accent, Brian utters, �You�re world class bastard now, Brian. A real world class asshole!� Brian�s fists clench as he is almost overcome with rage. He pushes himself away from the door and settles for another cigarette before heading over to a window to look outside. He watches Justin running away from him until he can see him no more. Taking a long drag on his cigarette, he picks up one of his cameras with a telephoto lens and uses it to look out the window again. He checks on the surveillance team that he knows is watching him from across the street. Seeing the a window curtain drawn slightly aside, Brian could not see who is looking out. |