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“But what if I don’t get tickets, Nick?”
In front of him are both his and Nick’s laptops, his husband’s tablet and his phone.
“Char, firstly, I’ve every confidence in you…”
“Nick, you don’t understand. The Ark hasn’t toured in five years. This is their comeback, everyone wants a ticket. What happens if I’m 40,000th in the queue?”
“Secondly, not everyone wants a ticket. Thirdly, would you like a hug?”
Charlie nods. He lets out a sob into Nick’s shoulder.
He needs a break, a brief respite from the bullshit his body and the world are subjecting him to.