Theo flicks his eyes over briefly, then back to the screen. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I just need to say something. I’ll keep it brief. I know the game’s on.”
“That’s reassuring,” Jasper says. “Because England looks like they’re about to do something stupid.”
The ref blows the whistle and play stops anyway, players milling about while someone argues with an official.
“Well,” Jasper says, pointing at the screen. “Natural break. Fate has spoken.”
I take a breath. “I’ve been having some problems.”
Jasper brightens. “Same. That last ruck was a mess.”
“Different problems,” I say.
Theo’s attention shifts to me. Not alarmed. Just focused. “Geoff.”
I nod. “This is awkward, so I’m just going to say it.”
I hesitate for half a second.
“My dick’s not cooperating.”
Silence. Commentary hums on in the background. Somewhere in the crowd, someone boos.
Jasper blinks. “Huh.”
Theo frowns slightly. “Not cooperating how?”
I blow out a breath. “As in… it doesn’t happen.”
Both of them stare at me.
Jasper frowns. “Doesn’t happen how?”
Theo tilts his head. “You mean you lose interest?”
“No.”
“You mean you’re too in your head?” Jasper tries.
“No.”
“Too tired?” Theo offers.
I shake my head, already regretting every life choice that’s led me here. “No. I mean physically. Nothing happens.”
There’s a beat.
Jasper’s eyebrows draw together. “Like… nothing, nothing?”
“Yes,” I say. “Nothing, nothing.”
Theo blinks. “Ever?”
“Yes.”
Another beat.
