An autobiographical comic about a young man who learns his girlfriend and her young son are HIV+. The relationships (between Fred and his gf, his friends, and especially the little boy) are sweet and feel true, and the art is really good. His ink is fluid but nevertheless conveys a great deal of information. That said, the language often feels clunky and overwrought. The artist has a long conversation with a mastadon about his confused feelings about science. He overuses ellipses. There's a lot of talk about the brambles of darkness and such. The sort of thing that's a bit pretentious and more interesting to the artist himself than to strangers like me. Also, there's this weird conversation wherein a friend is like, "seriously? You'll never have condom-less sex? EVER? How could you stay in such a relationship?" and the artist goes,"well yeah, it's very difficult." Wait, what? Even if she *wasn't* HIV+, there should've been condoms! Aren't condoms used in most adult sex, regardless of sereostatus?