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The flight to New York was long.

Jay sat by the window. Cole sat next to him. The plane lifted off. The city shrank below them. Jay pressed his face to the glass. He watched until the buildings disappeared. Then he watched the clouds. Then he watched nothing at all.

"You're quiet," Cole said.

"I'm thinking."

"About the show?"

"About everything."

Cole reached over. He took Jay's hand. "We're going to be okay."

"We?"

"Us. Together. Always."

Jay squeezed his hand. "I love you."

Cole squeezed back.
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    Jay couldn't sleep.He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. London. Another city. Another show. Another thirty-five paintings. His mind was racing. He couldn't turn it off. He couldn't slow it down.Cole was asleep next to him. His breathing was steady. His arm was draped across Jay's chest. Jay didn't move. He didn't want to wake him.He stared at the ceiling until the sky outside turned from black to gray. Then he got up.He walked to the kitchen. He made coffee. He sat at the table. He stared at the wall.Cole found him an hour later."Jay," Cole said. His voice was rough with sleep."I'm here.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep."Cole sat next to him. "Thinking about London?""Thinking about everything."Cole reached for his hand. "You don't have to decide today.""I know.""But you're going to think about it anyway."Jay nodded. "I'm going to think about it anyway."Jay went to the studio that morning.The room was empty. The walls were bare. He stood in the middle of it and turne

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    The flight to New York was long.Jay sat by the window. Cole sat next to him. The plane lifted off. The city shrank below them. Jay pressed his face to the glass. He watched until the buildings disappeared. Then he watched the clouds. Then he watched nothing at all."You're quiet," Cole said."I'm thinking.""About the show?""About everything."Cole reached over. He took Jay's hand. "We're going to be okay.""We?""Us. Together. Always."Jay squeezed his hand. "I love you."Cole squeezed back. "I know."The hotel was in Manhattan.Tall building. Small room. A view of the skyline. Jay stood by the window. The city was sprawling below him. Millions of people. Millions of faces. And soon, they would all be looking at his work.Cole came up behind him. He put his arms around Jay's waist."What are you thinking?""That I'm here. New York. The gallery. It's real.""It's real.""I don't know if I'm ready."Cole turned him around. "You're ready.""What if I'm not?""Then you fake it."Jay la

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    Jay didn't sleep that night.He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. New York. The biggest stage in the country. His work on those walls. The thought was too big. Too heavy. He couldn't hold it in his head.Cole was asleep next to him. His breathing was steady. His arm was draped across Jay's chest. Jay didn't move. He didn't want to wake him.He stared at the ceiling until the sky outside the window turned from black to gray. Then he got up.He walked to the kitchen. He made coffee. He sat at the table. He stared at the wall.Cole found him an hour later."Jay," Cole said. His voice was rough with sleep."I'm here.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep."Cole sat next to him. "Thinking about New York?""Thinking about everything."Cole reached for his hand. "You don't have to decide today.""I know.""But you're going to think about it anyway."Jay nodded. "I'm going to think about it anyway."Jay went to the studio that morning.The room was empty. The walls were bare. He stood in the m

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