Justin knocked on the door to Daphne's apartment, trying not to cry. He'd been so stupid to trust Ethan and all his pretty words.

"Justin?" Daphne asked when she opened the door. "What's wrong?"

Justin sniffled and walked into his best friend's apartment. "Ethan."

"What did he do?" She demanded as they sat down on the couch together.

He sighed and told her about Ethan's concert and what he did. He knew it served him right; he had cheated on Brian.

By the time he was done, he was in Daphne's arms. Daphne knew there wasn't much she could do other than hold him, so that's what she did.

They sat on the couch for a long time without saying anything.

Justin finally sat up and put one arm around her so that they each had an arm around the other's waist.

"Thanks, Daph," he said with a small smile.

"That's what friends are for."

He nodded and gave her an innocent kiss on the mouth. "And you're the best kind," he said honestly. "I can always trust you."

"Aww," she teased. "I love you too."

He laughed, pulled her tighter against him. "Always, Daph."

She smiled and snuggled herself into his embrace better. She really did love her best friend, even if he was gay.

"Welcome back, asshole," Debbie said with a smile when Brian walked into the diner. He' d been gone on business for a week and was glad to be home.

"I miss anything good?" He asked lightly as he sat down in the booth across from Emmitt.

"Um," the tall man said slowly as he shared a look with Deb. "Not really?"

Brian raised a brow then tried not to tense when he spotted Justin coming out of the kitchen.

"I'll get you some coffee," Debbie said and walked off.

Justin paused for a second when he saw Brian sitting with Emmitt. He took a deep breath and plastered a smile on his face.

"Morning, Brian," he said lightly as he passed the man, going for a table by the door.

He'd only seen the handsome man once since leaving Ethan and he wasn't sure what to think. He loved the man, no doubt about it, but that wouldn't mean much to the older man. He'd cheated on Brian and left him. Brian wouldn't want him back even if he had the balls to ask.

He did his best to push aside he thoughts about Brian so he could focus on work. He got better tips when he was in a good mood. He did what he was good at, what he'd done since he started at the diner, he laughed, joked, and flirted with the customers, even the women.

Brian couldn't help noticing his favorite twink as he ate his breakfast. The blond worked the diner effortlessly as he always had. He hated that he still paid attention to the man, especially after the way he'd hurt him.

He finally met Justin's blue eyes when he stopped at the table to refill his and Emmitt's coffees. Those blue eyes weren't as bright as they should have been. The twink wasn't as happy as he should be. He didn't like that, but he reminded himself that it wasn't his business to keep Justin happy anymore.

"Thanks, Baby," Emmitt said brightly.

"Need anything else?" Justin asked the two men, trying not to act nervous around Brian. They'd seen each other plenty of times since they'd broken up, but it seemed different now to him.

"Yeah," Emmitt said. "You to come to Woody's tonight."

Brian raised his brow as he sipped his coffee. Justin in the bar? He'd only seen him in the bar once since they spilt up, and that night he'd looked upset.

Justin smiled. "For a while," he said easily. "I have an early class tomorrow."

"Great!"

Brian hid a faint smile behind his cup. He'd always liked Emmitt's exuberance for life, if even he pretended to be annoyed by the man.

"Here, I'll top that off."

Brian looked at Justin in surprise.

"Thanks," he said and held his cup out. He watched as the boy poured a little more coffee into his cup. He raised a brow in surprise when he didn't see the cheap ring on his finger anymore.

"Your boyfriend lets you go out?" Brian asked, perhaps a little bitterly.

Justin couldn't help the single laugh that escaped his lips. "Since I don't have a boyfriend," he said calmly. "It doesn't matter, now does it?"

Brian just looked at him, feeling oddly glad that the boy was no longer with the fiddler. "What happened to all the love and romance and shit?"

Justin shrugged. "It didn't last," he said honestly. "Most things don't anymore." He walked away from the table before he said anything more that revealed how bitter he was about his failure at relationships.

"When did that happen?" Brian asked before thinking.

"Two weeks ago," Emmitt answered. "And I must say Justin is much better off. He didn't seem like himself while he was with that wimp."

Brian had to smile a little, glad he wasn't the only one who hadn't approved of Justin being with the fiddler.

He was just finishing up his breakfast when the perky Daphne walked into the diner.

"Hey, Justin," the girl said brightly.

"Hey, you're early," Justin said as he put Brian and Emmitt's tickets on their table.

"Um, no," she said slowly. "You're working late."

Justin looked at the clock on the wall in surprise. "Shit, I am," he said and quickly untied his apron. "Deb, I got to go!"

"See you tonight!" Emmitt called and Justin waved over his shoulder.

Brian watched the two friends leave. So, Sunshine wasn't with the fiddler any longer. That meant he would be back soon. He smiled faintly, happy he would have his Sunshine back.