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“Nick?” Charlie asked shyly.
Nick stopped washing up. Charlie’s vulnerable tone tugged at his heart. He dried his hands and turned around. “Yes?”
“Am I too mean to you? I mean, with all the proposal stuff and - and in general. Am I too mean to you?” he asked, his voice breaking, his blue eyes filling with tears.
In a heartbeat Nick was at the kitchen table and pulled Charlie up into a tight embrace. “No, darling! I know it’s your love language!”
Charlie was crying now.
“Char, I promise, I’m not gonna leave you because you are who you are.”