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"What if we were, though?" Harry asks. "Married. I mean."
"What?" Nick can't pretend he hasn't thought about it, but it's always been about some vague time in the future when Harry's not touring most of the year, when he's not attracting hundreds of screaming fans and hordes of photographers just for stepping outside his front door. "Why?"