“Thanks. So, here’s the situation.” He closes his laptop and leans forward, elbows on his knees. “I fucked a dude and now I’m pretty sure I’m gay.” Sitting down on the end of his bed, I close my eyes and take a sip of way-too-hot coffee. I can’t believe this is my life right now. “Fucking a dude is a pretty gay thing to do,” I agree. Nate nods, vindicated. “Three times,” he says. “This isn’t an identity crisis. Sounds like you’ve got a pretty firm grasp.”
