“What makes you so sure you can’t have children?” I ask “My parents made sure there was no flaw to their plan.” I meet his eyes, and I feel the pain of his words manifest physically in my chest. I look away. How could his parents do that to him? “I am sorry” I realise he doesn’t respond, or doesn’t want to, I should change the topic. I look at the cat “And the cat—your cat, is that a flaw?”