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Mike fiddles nervously with the ring adorning his finger. The paper in his hand dampens with sweat as he watches Will sitting across from him, gorgeous as ever. Slowly, he works up the courage to set the note down on the table, carefully sliding it into Will's field of vision.
"Do you like me?" it reads.
Will glances up from his sketchbook with a raised brow. He scans Mike's words briefly, huffing a sigh. His ring glistens in the light as he scribbles his response, passing it back with clear annoyance.
Mike views his husband's reply with a frown.
"No."