“There used to be people dying and they didn’t know why and there was nothing anyone could do, but most of all—no one cared whether we lived or whether we died. ”
Love, sex, and pharmaceuticals are put to the test when a gay couple’s open relationship is threatened with dangerous consequences.
Kurt, a silver fox dance instructor, and his young fiancé, Travis, have an arrangement: when one’s away, they’re allowed to stray . . . as long as they’re safe. One night, over a dinner conversation about wedding invitations, Travis admits that he had a fling with a man named Gideon whom he believes removed the condom during sex. He also reveals that he didn’t start taking the HIV preventative medication PrEP (Truvada)—as promised—putting himself and Kurt in danger of contracting HIV. When Gideon appears on their doorstep in the middle of the night, the threat against Kurt and Travis’s relationship is an alarming force to be reckoned with.
Kurt: Well I suppose I should thank you for . . . being honest with me . . .
I suppose. So have you taken PEP?
Travis: I told you, I have the prescription but—
Kurt: No, not PrEP. PEP.
Travis: Oh, you mean the—
Kurt: Yes PEP, the after one.
Travis: Oh that’s right . . . PrEP is before . . .
Kurt: Which would have been much better to take, but since you haven’t, then you should go to emergency and have them give you PEP right away. Has it been more than seventy-?two hours?
Kurt: Well that’s what you should do then. Go to emergency tonight.
Travis: Okay, I will.
Kurt: I should say so.
Kurt clears his plate to the counter.
So, are we finished?
Kurt: With this discussion?
Travis: Yes. I guess so. I just wanted you to know.
Kurt: As long as you take the PEP then we’ll consider the matter over. After all, there’s nothing we can do about it. And then start taking the Truvada. You will start taking the Truvada?
Travis: Of course I will.
Kurt moves to go.
Travis: Where are you going?
Kurt: I’m going to my study.
You don’t want any . . . dessert?
Kurt: I’m not in the mood right now.
He makes a move to go.
Travis: Are you mad at me?
Kurt: Not exactly. I’m perturbed. But I’ll get over it.
Travis: You will?
Kurt: Of course I will. I love you.
Do you want me to go to emergency with you?
Travis: No, I think I can go myself.
I love you too, and . . . I’m sorry.
Kurt: Yes, I know you are. See you later.
Kurt leaves the kitchen. Travis starts to clean things up as the lights dim. Music.