Justin shivered into the warmth of Brian's arms, the vigil candle he held flickering in the wind as they stood outside Vic Grassi House in remembrance of friends and family lost to a cruel disease.
As the city lights came into view, Brian felt a weight lift from his shoulders at the thought of finally seeing Justin's smiling face across the concourse.
Brian lounged on the couch sipping his Beam, enjoying the heat of the fire and the golden twinkle lights on the Christmas tree; one hand resting lightly on Justin's head, which was busy on his lap.
Brian rolled another joint and snorted with laughter as a stoned and giggling Justin added, 'a new bell for my bicycle,' to his very special Christmas wish list.