Growing up, Brian craved solitude. A place away from Joanie�s prying eyes, Claire�s incessant whining. Away from Jack�s lightning quick fists.

He lived in cramped quarters after college while he scrimped and saved for his perfect home. He fell in love with the loft immediately; bought it before he could truly afford it. He didn�t care because he loved it. He reveled in the space, the privacy.

In the hours after the Rage party, Brian�s footsteps echo on the cold hardwood floors as he paces.

He searches for joy in solitude and finds simply missing pieces where only Justin fits.