I know its stupid to be crying over a fictional character. And I knew something was going to go badly. Queer as Folk did not get a best drama nod for nothing. So I thought I was ready. Ready for Michael to leave, or Ted to get his heart broken. And as Justin walked away from Brian, both of them actually happy, I knew it would be him, and yet still I thought I was ready.

I wasn’t, alright? I was violently not ready to see Justin’s smiling face connect with a baseball bat. I wasn’t ready for the blood-soaked tux, or Brian disintegrating. I wasn’t ready for Brian in tears. I’m still not. I’m not ready to wait six months to see Justin okay.

He has to be okay. Doesn’t he?