When Justin drops the bags in front of him and stands there, waiting, Brian doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to feel. All his life the people he loves, the people who are supposed to love him, have left him. So he's sort of expected this, But never before have any of them stopped and said goodbye, held him, touched him, said without words that they loved him, before leaving. And he doesn't know how to react to that. Doesn't know how to react to the gentle embrace Justin is pulling him into. He blinks, uncertain, standing there stiffly in Justin's arms, before he brings his own arms around the blonde's back. He blows out a silent stream of air, and then waits, listening the Justin breathe.