Austin looked at Beau with a slow blink. "Are you fucking kidding me? Vitamins are supposed to fix shit, not cause it. But okay, okay. I'll keep taking them. I had to learn really damn quick that if I didn't take care of myself properly, I could make it all worse. I already felt like a fuck up, so I didn't want to screw that up too. Besides, Angel and Rosie were worrying about me. I didn't want them over there stressing so much that I wasn't doing the right thing and drop dead, miserable and alone. You still have problems with sex?" He stopped, holding his hand up. "It's okay. Don't answer that. It's none of my business. But no, I didn't skip out when your cock didn't work. I was with you the whole time it wasn't working. And I still felt like you were falling out of love with me. I know it's my fault I didn't see something was wrong but I really need you to at least understand it wasn't because you couldn't have sex with me. I thought I was losing you. I drank way too much, I was on E, and I fucked up. I would never have done it sober."