As Silver Turns to Blue Brian stares at his phone. He felt bad. Shit, Kinney, since when do you start feeling bad? He felt… remorseful. This is not a good sign. So, of course, it was Justin’s fault. He brought it upon himself. If he wants to play with the big boys, then he’s going to have to learn how to play by the rules… Rules. Yeah, like the kid was EVER good with that. He tries to ignore the sudden pain he feels at that memory. Maybe I should call him? Brian nearly jumps back in his chair. Did he just consider calling Justin? What the fuck is wrong with me? He fired Justin. He should be happy. Justin was out of his life. Why wasn’t he happy?! Something is definitely wrong with me. Cynthia knocks on the door, “I’m going to lunch,” she calls before closing the door again. Brian exhales slowly. Maybe he could stop by the art department… just to make sure that Justin was really gone. He better be gone. Brian told himself, however part of him hopes he actually isn’t.