Justin is so sure of himself when they pull out of Daphne’s driveway, Beloved left long behind. Surely Brian would want him. Justin couldn’t -- wouldn’t -- conceive of any other reaction. Not when he wanted Brian so desperately, needed his very presence, yearned for him so frantically, looked forward to every moment they had together, however brief. He had never believed in fate, not really, but it was clear that they belonged together.

And when his search is fruitless, when he stands in the street and yells himself hoarse, he doesn’t know what to do. He has never felt so helpless.