Chapter 5Geoffrey could still remember the first time he fantasized about Nash. He still remembered what led to the fantasy, what the fantasy entailed, how hard he came, and how mortified he felt afterward. But when it came to Nash, there wasn’t a second of their friendship he didn’t remember. He horded every moment, every act, every smile, as though maybe he’d lose it all without warning.
Nash had walked into his life, and into him, on a cool autumn morning. It had been very early, and the campus had been empty. If he had been walking a foot to the right, or Nash had taken a different route to the business building, they never would have met. But Nash had been in a hurry, his head down, and he had plowed right into Geoffrey. Geoff’s glasses almost went flying, his books slipped, and when
