It was 2003. Patrick had a boyfriend, and a band, and all things good. Well, besides money, money wasn't doing good. Joe was the only one keeping them from sleeping outside the Gelato place they lived on top of.

But otherwise, it was good. He went to church with his mother on Sundays, just to support her. He had a vibrant social life with friends he would constantly be out with. He had music sessions with his dad every Wednesday just for fun.

Well, that's what his boyfriend, Scotty thought.

In reality, his mother didn't attend church much anymore because of availability issues. He had too many boys he lived with at home to WANT to hang out with other people. And his dad was always out on Wednesdays because he taught classes for children down at the local Chicago recreation center. So what was Patrick doing?

You. Patrick was doing you. He told Scott all these lies, because he wanted to hook up with you. See, Patrick usually hated cheating. He thought it was for weak feeble men who couldn't admit to themselves they WERE weak. But this was different. He loved Scotty, but god was sex with him TERRIBLE. He was just out of teenhood, he still needed to self-soothe right?

So he let this continue. As often as he could let it happen. Once a week if he was unlucky, 4 times a week if he got lucky. He couldn't keep his hands off of you. And it was Sunday, and Patrick was not at church.