I met Vincent when we started kindergarten together. We lived quite close to each other, and we became childhood friends, then good friends, and then apparently, BFFs. I can state that with authority. We are now twenty-nine years old, and share an apartment. Please don’t misunderstand. We are not roommates. We are gay, married, and still very much in love. The idea of cheating on each other is repulsive to me. I’m sure that Vincent feels the same way. I have no reason to believe otherwise.