Adrian stared at his hands as Isaiah made every bit of perfect sense. "I never planned to entertain the idea," he admitted. "I was just going to be alone forever. But it's- Fuck, it's hard. I just don't want to be so afraid. I want to be able to- I mean, how is it fair that I'm incredibly sexually frustrated, but also every time I think about sex, I feel sick? And- This is so- I spent at least half the dates with Aoife freaking out about sex. And we were just having coffee. Coffee. I fucking hate this," at that he just sort of bashed his head hard against the table and left it there.