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“You are so fucking weird.” Troy began walking back to the dressing room.

“Can I read you some of the replies on your video?”

“No.”

“Can I tell you that Scott Hunter replied?”

“No. Wait. He did?”

“He’s very proud of you.”

Troy’s belly squirmed. “That’s nice.”

“Tons of other players wrote stuff in the replies too. And liked the video.”

“This is dangerously close to you reading me the replies, you know.”

“Sorry. I love you.”

Troy smiled and stopped walking. “Give me your phone.”

Harris handed it to him. “Are you going to read them?”

“No.” Troy put his head next to Harris’s and held the camera an arm’s length away. “Smile.”

Instead, Harris kissed his cheek, and Troy snapped a few pictures.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Harris asked when Troy didn’t give his phone back.

“Logging into my Instagram. Just a sec.”

“Are you posting that right now?”

“Shh.”

Troy picked his favorite of the photos, uploaded it without a filter, and quickly typed: I am so happy right now. Thank you, Ottawa, for an amazing night, and for being the place where I met my wonderful boyfriend. I love you, Harris. He posted it without a second thought, then handed the phone back to Harris.

“You’ll have to log yourself back in,” he mumbled.

Harris read the post, and then he pressed his fingers to his lips as his eyes welled up.

“Oh no. Don’t cry. I can’t take any more emotion tonight.”

Harris shook his head. “We look so hot together,” he said in a wobbly voice.

“I was thinking,” Troy said cautiously, “maybe you could help me look for a house. Maybe something in the country?”

Harris covered his mouth with his hand. “Stop it.”

Troy smiled. “Maybe something big enough for Chiron.”

“Can I visit sometimes?”

“If you bring pie.”

Harris sniffed, but his eyes were bright with happiness. “So you like Ottawa now?”

Troy placed a hand on Harris’s cheek and said, honestly, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”