Brian�s laugh is no less sarcastic over a long distance line. �Right. That left-over-from-the-60�s so-artsy-I-could-puke geometric print thing--�

�It�s not that bad.�

�You�re getting Armani.�

�Brian--�

�This conversation is over.�

Justin stares at the dead line for over a minute, contemplating the best revenge. No sex during Brian�s visit is the best option, but that just seems like punishing himself. He bites his nail and settles for throwing the phone� onto the sofa. He can�t afford to replace the fucking thing.

Justin finally smiles. Nothing says �I love you� like a new designer suit.