Sometimes...

Asher thinks that maybe Nick will change.

That maybe he'll come home to their little Sydney apartment a changed man, after a day of work.

That maybe they'll cuddle in bed for the first time in forever, arms wrapped around each other, legs intertwined.

Maybe, just maybe.

But Asher knows Nick won't do that.

Asher used to think that maybe he might, but he doesn't anymore.

That fantasy is gone.

The hope is gone.

Asher's will to live is gone.

Because Asher is barely 18.

And Nick is 26.

And Nick "likes them young"