Blowing a slow breath, he said, "Yeah, well, that's not really up to us, is it?"

And that was the fucking rub, wasn't it? Because Brian Kinney hated feeling out of control. Unfortunately, love had a tendency to fuck with your plans and your rhetoric and bullshit. All his mantras, his life lessons, his little grains of wisdom -- no apologies, no regrets -- didn't really mean shit.