Earlier, Stephanie discovered that Erik had recently watched a porn video. (She said she learned by accident, but Grant was betting she’d been snooping through Erik’s phone.) She wasn’t bothered by porn. But she’d been upset—no, horrified!—to discover that no one—no one!—in this video was wearing a face mask. It was, after all, 2029. Ten years into the pandemic. An era when everyone was supposed to always wear a mask around others. She was worried, she said, that Erik might be regularly watching the new “maskless porn” that she’d heard about on TV. This might lead him to doing unsafe things later. So there needed to be a father-son talk. Immediately.
How times changed, Grant thought. Once a mother would have been horrified by it being porn. Now mothers no longer cared—just as long as everyone in the video wore a face mask.
Grant supposed he’d just have to wing this talk as best as he could. Like his dad and his dad’s dad had probably done with similarly uncomfortable talks.
Grant reached Erik’s room. He knocked. “Erik? We need to talk about something.”