"Well, I don't know why you put up with it," was Daphne's comment when Justin's
rant finally came to an end.
"I don't have much fucking choice," he grumbled.
Then he sighed.
"It's not like they mean any harm, they just don't understand. And they don't
realize how it makes me feel. "
"What about Brian?" Daphne asked.
Justin huffed. "He just shrugs it off. Tells me to ignore it. Acts like it
doesn't bother him."
He paused, then went on. "But, Daph, I know Brian. I know him a lot better than
any of them do, no matter what they think. And it does affect him. Not the way
they might think. But it kind of reinforces that his friends don't think that
he's capable of having a "real" relationship."
"It must make him feel like they don't believe he really deserves one," Daphne
observed acutely. "That sucks."
"Yeah, it totally does. But I don't have a fucking clue what to do about it."
He sighed again and then glanced at his watch. "Sorry, have to go. I promised
Deb I'd work a shift this afternoon, she's short because everyone's come down
with colds and flu. If I don't go in she'll be working at least a double shift
and trying to do two people's work on each of them."
"Okay. I've got shopping of my own to do and I've promised to put in some time
at the hospice this afternoon. I mightn't be qualified yet, but I can at least
take a few temperatures and help with that sort of stuff. But while I'm playing
doctor, I'll give your little problem some thought. Who knows what I might come
up with?"
They stood and hugged before they separated to head off to their different
duties. Justin spent a moment thinking how lucky he was in his BFF. Not only had
she always been a stellar friend, but she was an all-round amazing person. He
knew she spent a lot more time than she ever mentioned volunteering at Vic
Grassi House because every time he went there himself, the guys were always
talking about how cute she was, and how she made them feel better just by
walking in the room. She also volunteered on a kids' helpline and somehow fitted
these activities in around her medical studies.
The only downside was that she made him feel like a total pretender. He promised
himself that in the New Year he'd up his own hours at the hospice. Brian
supported it with generous donations (although Justin wasn't supposed to know
that) but he couldn't do that yet. But he could at least support it with his
time. He owed that much to Vic, if nothing else.
*****
Meanwhile, Daphne headed for the Mall where she bought a couple of small gifts
and then, as instructed by one of Brian's "stealth" emails, visited the bakery
across the road from the Mall and collected the boxes of mince pies and cookies
that were destined for the Hospice. As promised, there was a car waiting for her
when she came out and she was just about to get in when she saw the old guy. He
was standing outside the bakery, peering at the goodies in the window with a
look of such wistful longing on his face that she couldn't bring herself to
simply walk past him.
"I have a spare mince pie," she heard herself say. "Or a cookie. Or
is there
something else you'd really like? Maybe something hot. I think they sell soup.
Think of it as a Christmas present."
He stared at her for a moment and then smiled. He was missing a few teeth, she
noticed, but his smile still held an incredible amount of sweetness.
"That would be very kind," he said softly. "Some hot soup would just hit the
spot."
She smiled back at him, relieved that she hadn't offended him, or triggered some
kind of incomprehensible outburst (which had happened to her before when trying
to help a "street person").
"Well come in with me, and pick out what you'd like," she said.
"I don't think I'd be welcome in there," he said, but there was no offense in
his tone, just a matter-of-factness that for some reason made her want to cry.
"Well, today you're with me, and if they give you any grief, they'll have me to
deal with."
Her spirited reply made him laugh, but he still shook his head. "Why get people
all riled up over nothing?" he responded. "I'll do just fine out here."
She was going to argue, but realized that she had no right to force him to fight
battles he clearly wasn't interested in, so she went back into the shop, bought
the largest cup of soup they had, as well as a coffee, a roll, some mince pies,
a couple of cookies and a slice of apple pie. She took her food out and was
about to offer to find somewhere to sit with him while he ate it when the
impatient honking of the car horn reminded her that her transport was waiting.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really have to go. Will you be okay?"
"I'll be just fine," he said, walking with her towards the car. "You've made an
old man's wish come true."
She smiled at him, and then, obeying some impulse that she didn't really
understand, leant forward and kissed his cheek.
"Have a happy Christmas," she said.
"Oh, I will," he responded. "I will now. And you too."
Reluctantly she got in the car and headed off.
The old man stood on the pavement, looking after her for a while. Then he
nodded.
"Okay," he said. "Okay, let's see what we can do."
*****
That night, Daphne was going through her emails when she came across an odd one.
It didn't seem to have a sender and at first she was about to trash it, mindful
of virus warnings and not opening the door to crazies, when she looked again and
saw that the sender field actually had her cousin's name. She figured she must
be more tired than she'd thought and opened it.
"Make a wish!" the email advised. And provided a link for her to click on.
She was still reluctant, but the text below, which was clearly from her cousin
because he greeted her with the horrible "Daffie Chuck" nickname that he'd
taunted her with all through her childhood, urged her to try the "make a wish"
thing because it was totally amazing and maybe it would help her pass her exams.
It waffled on about a whole heap of stuff, including his plans for Christmas day
and the current status of his love life, but she ignored all that and
impulsively clicked on the link.
There was a short list of instructions, the first of which was "Be careful what
you wish for."
The instructions went on to say that she should take the opportunity to make a
meaningful wish seriously and not waste it on the frivolous or the worthy but
impossible (like world peace). 'The wish should be clear and personal', the
instructions advised. 'If not for you, then for someone close to you, someone
you know well enough to be able to make a wise wish for them. But be mindful
that you may be affecting their life.'
They finished with an admonition that if she told anyone what she'd wished for,
it wouldn't come true.
For a moment Daphne sat in thought, then, with a somewhat fierce grin, she
started typing.
When she'd done she hit the "submit" button.
Then, yawning, she turned off the computer, laughing a little at herself for her
gullibility in believing even enough to take the time to write out her wish.
*****
The next day she got a phone call from Justin, burbling away in typical Justin
fashion about what had happened the previous evening, just before the end of his
shift.
"Seriously, Daph, it was the weirdest thing. We were in the diner Brian was
just having a coffee while he waited for me to finish my shift, and Michael and
Ben came in.
"Ben was saying that the GLC were already talking about what they wanted to do
for Valentine's. He said that they're sick of holding "singles" nights which are
meant to give single gays a chance to meet and develop meaningful relationships,
but usually just turn into hook up nights for people who don't like going to the
clubs."
He broke off while Daphne snorted derisively (sounding just like Brian, Justin
realized in some corner of his mind).
"Anyway," he went on quickly (cutting off her 'What the fuck did they expect?'
response that was also a lot like Brian's), "they're thinking of having a
couples dinner instead but only for couples who've been together for at least
six months or longer. To "celebrate real love" or some shit."
Again Daphne snorted, and again he cut her off.
"I asked who was going to judge whether people were "together" or not, and
Michael went on to say something about how couples that are really together
don't fuck other people and then he suddenly stopped talking!"
He made the announcement in a dramatic tone that told her she was meant to see
this as something fairly earth-shattering, but just why eluded her or tried
to. "So?" she asked.
"I don't mean he stopped, exactly," Justin said with something very like a
giggle. "It was more like suddenly he couldnt talk. He kept opening and closing
his mouth and just nothing was coming out. He got really red in the face and
started coughing, and then he asked for a glass of water, and started to
complain about not being able to talk and his voice was fine.
"It was the weirdest thing," he finished.
Daphne was uncharacteristically silent.
"Well?" he prompted.
"Well, what?" she responded automatically, her brain spinning.
"You're the doctor, what do you think happened?"
She took a deep careful breath. This was crazy. It couldn't be happening. So if
it wasn't really happening, she didn't need to say anything. And if it was
really happening
Well, she decided, if it was really happening she didn't want to mess with it,
so she couldn't say anything.
"Justin, I don't know. He might have had some kind of throat spasm or something.
Maybe if he'd just come in from the cold, his body was reacting to the sudden
heat. Who knows?"
Before he could ask anything else, she said, "I have to go. I've got a class in
a few minutes."
That was true. But mainly she just wanted a little time to think.
Making a wish didn't make things happen. The whole idea was ridiculous. Wishes
just didn't come true.
Did they?
*****
In the diner again for a late breakfast, Michael was still grumbling to Emmett
about the way his voice had suddenly cut out the night before. Debbie sat down
at his table, announcing that she was taking a break, and shouted for Kiki to
bring her a coffee and a Danish.
"You should go to a doctor," she urged. "It could be serious."
"But it's fine now," Michael whined. "He'd think I was crazy. It's not like my
throat is even sore."
"So what happened?" Debbie asked.
"Well, Ben was telling Justin about the GLC's plans for Valentine's Day."
"Valentine's?" Debbie exclaimed. "Can't they at least wait until after New
Year's?"
"Well, they wanted to get an early start," Michael explained vaguely.
"What he means is," Emmett cut in, his tone tinged with more than a little
sarcasm, "They held a secret meeting so that they could get their plans for a
cozy couples' night up and running before anyone got wind of what they were up
to in case other people preferred something a little less
restrictive."
"How did you know?" Michael squeaked. "I mean
"
"Oh, pish!" Emmett replied. "Do you really think there's anything
function-related in this burgh that I don't get to hear about before the cat can
lick his whiskers?"
Michael sighed. "They're just tired of having these nice plans that turn into
some kind of
"
"People having fun?" Emmett asked drily.
"So what happened?" Deb interjected, doing her best to get the conversation back
on track and away from dangerous ground. She was aware that once more (just like
when he'd been with David) Michael's one track mind had become so focused on his
own happy-suburban-couple existence that anything else, including the lifestyles
of his oldest friends, was considered unacceptably second rate. Debbie knew his
current attitude was both hurtful and increasingly annoying to more than one of
those old friends; a fact of which Michael himself was, of course, totally
oblivious.
"Well, Justin piped up about who was going to judge who was a "real couple" or
something so I
"
And just like that, he stopped talking.
He swallowed, tried again. Looked scared. And then said, really loudly, "Why
can't I talk?"
Which made everyone in the place look at him and then laugh.
Debbie blinked at him. "Are you okay, honey? I'll get you some lemon tea and
honey.'
"I don't want lemon tea and honey," Michael pouted. "I want to know what's going
on."
He discussed what might be going on at length for what seemed like hours, boring
the pants off everyone around him, until some twenty minutes later Justin came
in to collect his wages for the last couple of days.
Emmett haled his arrival with relief and invited him to sit with them.
"It happened again," Michael told him, as soon as he sat down. "I suddenly
couldn't talk again. And then, just like that, my voice came back. Something is
going on."
"Like what?" Justin asked.
"I don't know. But there's something. It's spooky."
"Daph says it might be because of the cold weather. That your throat is just
reacting to the sudden temperature changes when you come indoors."
Stubbornly, Michael shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's like
it's like
there's a force stopping me from saying things."
Justin and Emmett exchanged a look and did their best not to fall about
laughing. Clearly Mikey had read one too many comics this time.
(Strangely, in this they were doing him an injustice, but they weren't to know
that.)
Debbie rejoined them. "Well, I think it's nice to think of having a couples'
dinner for Valentine's," she said. "That's what it's really all about."
Justin and Emmett exchanged another look. "The thing is, Deb," Emmett said,
"That couples can have a nice cozy dinner for two anywhere they like. The point
about the singles' event is to provide something for the people who don't have
someone to cuddle up to on Valentine's."
"And," Justin put in, "it's totally fucked that the little sub-committee at the
GLC think they've got the right to decide who's a "real couple" or not and
therefore worthy of coming to their little soirιe."
"Well, it's not like you and Brian would
"
And once again Michael's voice cut out.
But Deb was already making her own point and didn't immediately realize what had
happened.
"Well, honey, given that Brian wouldn't be caught dead at a GLC event, I don't
know why it matters so much to you."
Justin huffed. "I just don't see why other people, who know fuck all about us,
get to judge our relationship based on their ideas about what a relationship
should be."
"But, honey," Deb tried to explain as Michael still struggled to speak, "As long
as you're both still f
"
And then her voice cut out as well. For a moment. Then she gasped, "Fucking
Hell!"
Then she seemed to be shocked into silence not so much by her voice
disappearing, but ironically by it just as suddenly coming back.
But by then Michael's whine was in full flight once again.
"Now do you believe me?" he said. "It's happening to Mom too."
Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he glared at Justin. "It's you. You're doing
something."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Every time anyone says anything about you and Brian not r
"
And his voice cut out again.
Justin giggled. He couldn't help himself.
It was totally ridiculous, he knew. It was just some throat thing going around
that Deb and Michael had both caught and by some weird assed coincidence it kept
kicking in whenever they mentioned him and Brian. But it was totally hilarious
that Michael thought it was something he was doing. Like he could control the
cosmic forces that would have to be brought into play to shut Debbie up if she
had something she wanted to say.
"Michael, honey," Emmett did his best to be the voice of reason, "You know it
can't have been Justin. He wasn't even here when it happened before. It's just
well, it must be some kind of
" He broke off, and then said slowly, more
as if he were trying to convince himself than anything else. "It must just be
coincidental. That it happens when you talk about Brian and Justin, I mean."
Then abruptly he got up, saying, "Well, I for one have places to go and parties
to organize. I'll see you all later, I'm sure."
Emmett, who'd seen a thing or two back in Mississippi needed time to think.
Justin also left, not able to keep a straight face with Michael still glaring
daggers at him, apparently convinced he'd worked some kind of voodoo.
It was just too funny. He couldn't wait to let Brian in on the joke, but given
how busy he was at the moment, that would have to wait until he got home from
work.
Meanwhile, he could always share it with Daphne.
He called her and arranged to have coffee. She stared at him fascinated as he
told her the story and was just as amused as he'd been over the fact that
Michael was blaming the whole ridiculous chain of coincidences on Justin.
"Oh, that's hilarious," she giggled. "That's just so
"
"Michael?" Justin suggested.
She laughed harder and nodded. "It's so funny!" she wheezed.
Of course, Daphne had more reasons than Justin knew for seeing the funny side of
whatever was going on.
*****
Brian, when the joke was shared with him, gave a typically understated snort of
amusement and simply grinned, "Fucking Mikey!" as he pulled Justin into the main
room for a 'welcome home' fuck. It would be their last chance to fuck outside
the bedroom for a while. The girls were arriving the next day to stay over
Christmas and New Year.
Although Michael had of course been keen for them to stay with him, with Hunter
home also, there would have only been one room for the girls and the two kids to
sleep in, and only two bathrooms between five adults and two children. So it
wasn't really nearly as practical as having them at Britin where there were
ample bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom.
Brian had put up with Justin's busy plans to make sure that the house would be
comfortable and welcoming for their guests, imperfectly concealing from his
partner his own keen anticipation at the prospect of having his son staying with
them for over a week. He grumbled for the sake of it, but helped Justin strings
lights outside the house, and tasteful drapes of red fabric and winter greenery
in the hall and the main room; he'd even assisted in choosing and installing a
tree, ready to be decorated. He'd refused to do any supermarket shopping,
insisting that it was much easier to order online, but when the delivery van
arrived with the heaps of food and drink and other supplies that Justin seemed
to think were necessary to feed them all for a few days, he'd dutifully helped
Justin stack them in the cupboards and fridges. And though he'd refused to go
anywhere near the Mall, he'd been the one who had spent hours online choosing
decorations for the tree and arranging for them to be delivered. They were
sitting near the tree now awaiting the arrival of the kids to join in the
decorating.
In fact, Brian's only real concern had been that having the girls and the kids
staying at Britin would mean endless entertaining of the masses; but to Brian's
relief, Deb insisted on having them all at her place Christmas Eve; Christmas
Day would be spent between Michael's and Deb's; and Jen had invited anyone who
wanted to come to her new place on New Year's (Brian was resigned to attending,
but planned on spending as little time as possible before heading to Babylon),
so his only hostly duties (aside from not killing Melanie) would be to allow
everyone to gather for drinks tomorrow night.
*****
Although the girls weren't expected till around 2 pm the next day, Debbie and
Carl predictably arrived even earlier, Deb being determined to see her
granddaughter as soon as possible; and Michael and Ben with Hunter in tow,
arrived not long after. So Brian heard first hand their version of the "weird
thing" that kept happening every time they mentioned Brian and Justin's
relationship.
Michael even demonstrated.
"Every time I try to make the point that you and Justin don't r
"
And his voice cut out.
Of course, it returned again to join Debbie's in chorus, saying how weird the
whole thing was and although they knew it couldn't really be Justin (that had
been Deb), Brian had to admit that something very strange was happening.
Ben, who had been trying for days to bring his own calm Zen-Ben reasoning to the
problem, sighed, and tried once more to explain his own theory that they had
both developed a psychological block.
"You've convinced yourselves that it's going to happen, and so it happens," he
said.
Not that they listened to him.
Michael even sent Justin into fits of stifled laughter while he outlined all the
online research he'd done which had told him that it was probably some kind of
voodoo. Or hypnosis. Or something.
"I told you Blondie was bad news," Hunter kicked in, always happy to stir the
pot. Carl sat sipping his coffee and nibbling Justin's mother's Christmas cake,
trying to pretend he wasn't there while the lament and exclamations went on
and on and on
around him.
It reached the point where Brian was actually glad to welcome even Melanie just
to shut them all up.
The girls finally arrived at around 5, only three hours later than planned.
Despite Brian's offer to organize plane tickets and to pick up the tab for any
excess baggage, Mel had insisted on driving down. By the time they arrived,
everyone was tired, grumpy and not exactly in a Christmassy frame of mind. At
least, the three females felt that way. Gus seemed to re-energize as soon as he
stepped out of the car.
If there was a momentary spasm of shyness when he first saw his father and
Justin it had vanished by the time he'd been shown his room decorated
carefully to suit a young boy, but also to allow him to do some growing up
without the room becoming outmoded within a few months. From then on he seemed
to feel right at home and for the rest of the night (indeed, the rest of the
visit) he haunted his father's steps and when he couldn't find his father,
haunted Justin's instead.
After a hot drink (made by Justin under Gus's supervision) and a cookie, the
kids were ready to do some serious tree decorating, and despite interference and
advice from what Brian referred to as 'the fucking peanut gallery', by the time
they sat down to eat an early dinner, it was done; perhaps looking a little less
than professionally produced, but twinkling brightly before the windows in the
main room topped by both a star and an angel (hung one below the other). Held
aloft in Brian's strong hands, JR, guided by Justin, had placed the angel and
then Gus, sitting on Brian's shoulders, had placed the star.
Ted and Blake and Emmett arrived while the decorating was being done and Ted
shared quietly with Blake the observation that he didn't think he'd ever seen
his boss, the man he'd of late come to see as a true friend, look happier or
more content. Blake, who felt a strong debt of gratitude to Brian on his own
behalf for how much he'd helped rebuild Ted's confidence after his dance with
crystal, agreed. And laughed with the others when Gus, still perched on Brian's
shoulders, held up a scrap of mistletoe and demanded that his father kiss the
young blond who'd been an essential part of his father's life for as long as Gus
could remember. Brian grinned his tongue in cheek grin and Justin actually
blushed, which made Brian grin even wider. Gus nearly slipped off his shoulders
while his father kissed his young partner, but they caught the boy between them
and Gus laughed with joy. A joy reflected in the eyes of the two men who loved
him.
After dinner and baths the tired kids were, with a bit of a struggle, both
tucked into bed where they fell asleep almost before the lights were switched
off, and the adults settled down with a glass or two of wine or whatever else
took their fancy from Brian's extensive cellar, to catch up with what had been
going on in their lives.
Of course Michael took the floor once again to tell the girls all about the
"weird thing" that made both him and his mother lose their voices.
He was going on once more about how it only ever happened when they started to
talk about Brian and Justin's relationship, when Brian suddenly,
uncharacteristically, cut him off.
"You know what, Mikey. I know how you can stop it from fucking happening."
"How?" his oldest friend demanded. "I can't find anything online that
"
"Just shut the fuck up about Justin and me," Brian said, an edge in his voice.
"I don't give a shit what you think about the way we live our lives but you seem
to believe that just because we don't play happy homo families we don't have a
fucking "real relationship"."
"Well," Mel chimed in, unable of course to resist. "Of course you don
"
And then, to her utter shock, she was silenced. She sat, blinking rapidly in
shock while those of the others who hadn't seen the effect before gaped at her
not sure whether to laugh or to call an ambulance.
"See!" Michael shrieked in vindication. "See what I mean? Just like I said, as
soon as anyone dares to say that of course Justin and Brian aren't really a c
"
And was cut off.
By then Mel was shrieking her own outrage, and Justin, suddenly finding it not
so funny anymore, got up abruptly and left the room.
With one scathing look at his friends, Brian followed him.
"What's up with them?" Deb demanded. "Rude little shits to just walk out on
their guests."
Ted started to say something about it being perfectly understandable when Emmett
jumped in.
"Can you hear yourselves?" he asked. "Have you been listening to what you've
been saying?"
"We can't say anything," Michael whined. "That's the point."
"Michael, I've explained. You just think you can't. If you
"
"It doesn't matter why it's happening," Emmett cut in. "Ben might be right that
it's all in your head, or you might be right that Justin's put some kind of
voodoo on you. But what's important is that it keeps happening. All the fucking
time."
"Exactly!" Michael said self-righteously. "I can't even say what I think without
"
"Michael, listen to yourself. Listen to me. It happens ALL THE FUCKING TIME!"
"What the fuck?" Mel's voice was strident. "What's going on here? If Kinney
thinks
"
Emmett huffed in exasperation. "I don't know what's going on. But if Michael's
right and it does happen whenever someone sounds off about Brian and Justin's
relationship, then ... "
"But how
?"
"Why?"
"What the fuck has Kinney done?"
Emmett raised his voice again to cut through the voices raised in indignant
protest. "The how or the why isn't what's fucking important!" he said, almost
shouting.
Ted nodded and, as Blake squeezed his hand in support, cut through the protests
from most of the others. "Emmett's right," he said. "The point is how often it
happens."
"Exactly," said Michael. "It happens
"
"Every time you say something negative about Justin and Brian's relationship,"
Emmett nodded.
"The point is how often you seem to be doing that," Ted finished for him.
The others looked at each other. Lindsay bit her lip. Hunter grinned. Carl sat
silent, wisely determined to stay out of it if he could.
"That's not the issue," Melanie fumed.
"I think it's exactly the issue," said Emmett. "You're even doing it here. In
their home."
Ted and Blake nodded.
Unexpectedly Ben agreed.
"They're right," he said. "If someone came into our home, sat eating and
drinking the food and wine we'd provided and then sat there telling me that
Michael and I don't have a "real relationship" for some reason that is entirely
in their own head and based only on their opinion
I don't think I'd be very
happy about that."
"But that's different!" Melanie and Michael said almost in tandem.
"Why?" Emmett demanded. "Because you've been through some kind of ceremony that
doesn't even have legal status in this country?"
"Because
because we're committed to each other," Michael said.
"And you think Brian and Justin aren't?" Emmett queried. "They've been through
more shit than the rest of us combined and they're still together."
"But they still fuck around," Mel protested.
Emmett gave her a look.
"At least they don't cheat on each other," he said pointedly.
She went brick red but then shut up, feeling the walls of her glass house shiver
a little.
Debbie had been unusually quiet during all this, obviously doing some serious
thinking.
Then she said suddenly, "Okay, here's what we'll do
"
'This is going to be interesting,' Ted thought to himself. He gave Emmett a
look. Blake squeezed his hand again in silent encouragement.
"We'll see how many times it happens in the next few days," Debbie said. "We'll
keep count."
"Seriously?" Mel asked.
"Seriously!" Debbie stated firmly.
"But why, Ma? What's that got to do with
"
"Because if you're right and it does happen every time we mouth off about Brian
and Justin and it's happening so often that it's a major fucking drama for us,
think of how much worse it must be for them," Debbie said.
Emmett, Ted, Blake and Ben all nodded; relieved that at least someone was
getting the point. Lindsay tried to look virtuous as if this were all nothing to
do with her, and Mel and Michael scowled.
Hunter and Carl just looked on, impartial observers, although Carl's lips were
curled into a proud smile. This was the Debbie he loved.
Deb went on, making it clear what she'd come to realize while she'd been
thinking things through.
"Melanie, you may not like Brian, but you're supposedly fond of young Sunshine.
How do you think it makes him feel when you open your mouth and all that comes
out is negative shit about him and his boyfriend? And Michael," she gave Michael
a quick slap on the head, "Brian's supposed to be your best friend but all he
hears from you is shit about how he doesn't have a real relationship; like you
think that he's such a useless human being he's not capable of it. As if you
know what goes on between those two behind closed doors. Like you
like we
all think we're so perfect we've got a right to judge them."
"But Ma, what good's counting going to do," Michael demanded. "It won't stop it
happening."
"Maybe not. But maybe if we all have to count how many times a day we lose our
voices because we've been bad mouthing their relationship it might make us stop
and think before we do it."
"And if you stop trash talking them, the voice thing will stop happening,"
Emmett said with conviction.
So when Brian and Justin came back into the room (looking maybe a little
rumpled, but with Justin's smile restored), it was to find a much more subdued
group than they'd left. They even got an apology and a hug each from Debbie
before she ushered her son and his family out the door.
*****
Of course, the pattern of making ill conceived and ill considered comments about
the nature of the relationship between the man with the reputation as Liberty
Avenue's hottest stud, and the younger one with the reputation of being the
twink who'd "tamed" him was deeply ingrained and wasn't broken overnight.
But over the next few days Justin noticed that he wasn't hearing those endless
remarks about how their admittedly unconventional relationship was somehow less
"real", less committed, than those of their friends. Even the occasions when one
or other of their friends were suddenly stricken to silence became fewer and
fewer.
Truth to tell, even Michael had been a little shocked when Ben (who did most of
the counting for him) pointed out how often those silences had occurred. And
between Ben pointing out how often he saw fit to comment on Brian and Justin and
they way they lived, and Deb slapping him round the head every time he did it in
her hearing, plus the frustration he felt when it happened, he gradually learned
to mind his tongue.
Justin could hardly believe it, as he explained to Daphne when they caught up at
Jenn's New Year's party.
"It's been amazing," he said, his famous smile lighting the room. "It really is
like someone had cast a spell on them. And I'm sure Michael still thinks it was
me. But who gives a shit? It's just fucking amazing that they've finally shut
up."
She giggled, happy to see her friend so happy. "I'm sure it wasn't you," she
said.
And she was.
She didn't understand herself exactly what had happened. But it had to be more
than coincidence that the wish she'd sent off into the internet ether had been
that something would happen to make people stop hurting her best friend by
saying thoughtlessly spiteful things about his relationship with his partner.
So she felt like she could take some credit in making her beloved friend's life
maybe just a little easier. He'd been through so much; he deserved to be able to
be happy with Brian in his own way without everyone having their say about it.
What Daphne never knew, though, was that it hadn't really been her wish that had
helped her friend; that had just provided a focus. The wish had come her way and
had been granted because of her kindness and unselfish generosity when she'd
encountered a tired old elf who had been feeling that the spirit of Christmas
was sadly lacking, and wondering whether there was anything of it left or if it
had been completely drowned out by acquisitiveness, greed and self-indulgence.
Santa had really enjoyed that soup.
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