Carter Malis thinks he knows exactly when he turned into a self-identified homophobe, and that had to be the moment when Aron Ruskin, his best friend since forever, announced to him that he was going to marry a dude. Great. So there were going to be two Mr. Ruskin's, and that without counting Aron's dad.

And here's this thing. The face staring back from the mirror, the moment he wakes up in a hospital bed, doesn't belong to him, but to douchebag Alex, aka Aron's husband. And now he'll have to talk to Aron, after two years of radio silence.