At first, no one knew what to do, and it seemed like we changed direction every few hours. Could we still go to work, as long as we kept our distance, or should we stay home? Should we stay three feet apart, or six? Should we wear masks, or were we okay to go without them?

Now, we’ve gone for almost a month hardly ever leaving the apartment, and the last time we went out for more than a quick errand was the day we helped Gus pack his things and move out of his dorm at NYU mid-semester. And I’m still not sure anyone truly knows what to do. But we’re all doing the best we can. For right now, that’s all we can do.

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Brian, Justin, and Gus quarantine together in New York, trying to stay grounded amid the chaos and uncertainty.

One shot standalone fic.

There's more than meets the eye when it comes to Brian's ever-present food rule, "no carbs after seven."

Plot bunny by Sally. Thanks to SandiD for beta reading.