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Rob doesn’t know why he let Gaz drag him along here. Dates are not really part of their relationship. Their relationship is usually a never ending cycle of bicker, shag, bicker about the shag, shag over the bickering, repeat until the end of time. He knows this is just going to be a lot of boring watching Gary stare at boring studio equipment.
But the way Gaz put it, this was the studio used by the greats, the Beatles, Bowie and Elton, and Rob couldn’t help tagging along. It did sound kind of cool, not that he’d ever tell Gaz that.
They’re greeted by a woman with black lipstick and a nose piercing, which seems fitting. She’s very friendly though, leads them into the basement as soon as Gaz forks over the cash. “I’ll let you and your boyfriend have a look around.”
Rob’s head spins as she goes. Huh. Okay. He supposes New York is meant to be sophisticated, but…
He looks to Gary, who expects to turn bright red and hurriedly insist they’re nothing gay about this, no sir-ee (apart from, you know, all the sex they’re having). But he just nods and lets the woman go.
Rob cocks his head to the side curiously.
“What?” Gary asks him when he notices Rob stare. “What is it?”
“We boyfriends now, are we?”
Gary does look a little embarrassed then, but he just shrugs. “Well, we’re not not boyfriends.”
Rob doesn’t say anything to that. But, slowly, he can’t help but smile.
“Oh, don’t start grinning like that, you smug twat.”
“I am not!” But he is, and so the only option he has is to lean into it. “It’s just, I’m so happy my sweetheart babykins boyfriend is so proud me, he wants to show me off–”
“God. You’re going to be insufferable, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Rob descends the stairs to kiss his cheek. “You should never have asked me out in the first place.”