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The needle pierces – up, down, up – and Charlie frowns under the desk lamp.
“Whatcha doing?”
Charlie feels his boyfriend’s lips against his neck as Nick drapes his arms around his shoulders. Charlie holds up the little wooden frame.
“Looking good,” Nick says quietly. “Is it working?”
Charlie glances over at the clock.
“Well, I haven’t thought about dinner with my parents in hours, so I guess so.”
Nick presses another kiss to the nape of his neck.
“Good old Geoff,” he quips. Charlie hums in agreement – a new hobby has done the job. “And Daisy looks great in cross stitch.”