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“What’s got you smiling?”
Nick runs his fingers through his boyfriend’s curls as he passes by the desk. Charlie is looking particularly smug in their comfy swivel chair.
“They commented again,” he grins as he taps the laptop screen. Nick squints at the open page: Charlie’s fanfiction inbox with a familiar name right at the top. They were a big fan of whatever Achilles and Patroclus got up to over the River Styx, according to their enthusiastic use of emojis.
Charlie’s grin as he scans them is infectious.
“Are you ever going to let me read it?”
“Oh, absolutely not.”