Nik and Andrew are (finally) getting married!

Picture it; Howie Center, 2005, The Fukala home. An art queer sits on a friend's bed watching weebl and bob webtoons and homestar runner. They're wearing their current boyfriend's jeans. Said boyfriend leaves the loft to take a leak. Footsteps approach a few moments later. Art queer impulsively shouts "Hey babe, have a good piss?" to a tall, needlessly attractive blonde carrying a guitar. Their dignity never recovered. Nor did their ability to focus while this Rockstar was in the room. Eight years and many awkward interactions later, (several involving art queer leaping across the room to hug rockstar and failing to aim their knees outward) art queer relies on rockstar to save them from unwanted advances by feigning an existing relationship. A not insignificant number of hours, houses, friends, goats, and inappropriate jokes later, art queer and rockstar find themselves sleepy. Art queer offers a drive home. Rockstar accepts but concedes staying at Art queer's place. Art queer offers an abundance of places to sleep. Not realising this has become a date, art queer is annoyed at Rockstar's seemingly impossible sleeping standards. Rockstar makes the first move. Art queer is shocked. Art queer is delighted. Art queer is in trouble. Rockstar fumbles the launch by thinking Art queer is capable of casual. Art queer demands Rockstar's full attention. Art queer is not prepared for Rockstar to agree. Within eight days Rockstar is professing his love. Art queer is shocked. Art queer is delighted. Two years later, Art queer proposes. Rockstar says Pizza. Art queer goes catatonic and buys Rockstar pizza. Rockstar realizes this was a proposal. Rockstar says yes. Art queer and Rockstar, both overwhelmed, laugh and cry on a curb outside a basement punk bar in Tkaronto. Ten years and several apocalypses later, the date is finally set.