Justin lived in so many places once he came out and came into his own as a young gay man. He went from the house he grew up in to Brian's loft, Debbie and Vic's, the hospital, his Mom's new condo, back to Brian's, Ethan's, roomed with Daphne but pretty much the loft again, LA for six months, finally the loft officially, then Michael and Ben's temporarily before moving into that run-down studio - but it was all his, before finally living in the loft again before moving to New York City.

During that same time, Brian only ever lived at the loft (minus a quick stay in 'Ibiza' during you know when).

For Brian, time went by in an instant. One day he was leading a relatively carefree life and the next he was over thirty, a successful business owner, father, partner, and cancer survivor. While many things had changed around him, he didn't really know where the time went - it was just gone. Poof. Perhaps it was because he had the same bed to crawl into every night (home by 3am at the latest, of course).

As for Justin, time passed quickly enough, too, but in a different way. All of those different places marked the milestones of his young adult life, none more important than the loft. The loft was 'home' long before Brian ever allowed that to be official. But the continuously changing roof over his head and pillow under it kept him searching for more, not realizing what always had been and what always would be right in front of him. Maybe the last push out the door would help him to realize he could have everything he wanted by staying in the same place. Hell, it worked for Brian.