“You both look like shit,” Molly states as she sits down for breakfast. Justin closes his eyes while Brian quietly sips his coffee. Between Justin’s nightmares and Brian’s insomnia, both were becoming quite a sight in the past few days. “Maybe you guys should talk to Daan?” She suggests as she pours her cereal into a bowl. “Do you need me to drive you to school?” Justin asks as he opens his eyes. “You? I’d rather take my chances riding a wild cougar, thank you very much.” She snorts. Adding some milk into the bowl, she adds, “Besides, Adriaan is picking me up.” “He’s evolved from pig-status?” Brian asks with a smirk. She rolls her eyes, “That was a while ago, Brian. Seriously, you need to keep up.” “I think she’s right,” Justin states, turning to Brian. “I keep up!” Brian exclaims with annoyance. “What? No, not that. I mean about talking to Daan. We should talk to him.” Molly nods her head in agreement, “Totally. Because between Justin screaming like a fuckin’ banshee and you walking around the house like a creature of the night… I’m going to go nuts if I don’t get a full night’s sleep soon.” “Sorry, Moll.” Justin replies mid-yawn. She rolls her eyes again, “Maybe he can prescribe you guys some sleeping pills. If not, I’m going to have to buy earplugs.” Brian opens his mouth to speak, but then remembers that she’s only thirteen and immediately closes his mouth once again. Justin chuckles under his breath. After breakfast, the door knocks on cue and Molly quickly leaves with Adriaan, leaving two very tired men alone. Standing up, Justin walks over to the bedroom and collapses on the bed. “I can’t do this anymore, Brian.” Following his lover, Brian lies down on his back on the bed and stares at the ceiling fan. “Every night it’s the same fuckin’ horrible dream… what if it happens? Brian, what if our plan backfires? You do know what’ll happen right? We’ll be dead. Dead, Brian. What if we’re making a mistake? I can’t do this anymore… I can’t just sit and wait until November… I can’t do it!” He cries into the pillow. Rolling onto his side, Brian gently pulls his husband against his chest. “We can do this, Justin. Carl is helping us out and his guys are helping us out… everyone is in our corner. The plan will work.” He tries to assure him. “Oh yeah? Well if you’re so sure of it, then why haven’t you been sleeping for the past couple of nights?” Justin shoots back, sitting up and angrily wiping the uninvited tears from his eyes. Sighing, Brian props himself up on his elbows, “You’re right.” “Obviously.” “Do you want to back out of it?” Justin is silent for a moment, considering it, before finally admitting, “No.” Looking over at his husband, he asks, “Do you?” Brian shakes his head, “no.” Nodding, Justin lies back down, “It’ll work.” Brian nods, “It’ll work.” “It has to work.” “It will work.” Closing his eyes, Justin repeats his husband’s words, “It will work.”