“please don’t say anything. i’m worried about you,” caleb spit out, hanging half in teddy’s doorway and half safely out in the hall. “i’m not selling while we’re here, i don’t know if i ever told you that. and i– i’m trying to find new plugs. safe ones. for you, mostly.” he kicked at the doorframe lightly, bare feet tapping against the wood floor. “it just sucks, man, watching you and not being able to do anything about it? i’ve seen it all before, been there and i just.. i love you, man. i worry. please don’t be mad. i’m going back to my room now, my gentleman caller awaits.” turning back, he cleared his throat. “it’s elias, just to clarify. don’t have, like, some random dutch guy over.”