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@mvxsinc​ !

          TEDDY  HAS  BEEN  less  than  a  stellar  friend  and  roommate  to  max  lately,  and  it's  getting  to  the  point  that  it's  embarrassing.  maxine  is  so  good  to  teddy  and  recently,  he's  been  so  drained  of  any  semblance  of  energy  that  he  can't  find  it  in  himself  to  reciprocate.  after  all,  the  girl's  been  through  hell  and  back  recently  and  if  someone  were  to  ask  teddy  how  she's  doing,  he  wouldn't  even  know  if  he  could  come  up  with  an  answer.  it's  SHITTY  behavior.  

it  starts  to  eat  at  him.  like,  when  he's  laying  in  bed  and  that  familiar  sight  of  the  digital  clock  on  his  nightstand  blinks  4am,  those  anxious  thoughts  seep  into  his  mind— some  shit  friend  you  are.  not  only  do  you  not  tell  ANYONE  that  jerry  might  be  in  danger,  you  can't  even  ask  how  your  close  friend  is  doing  after  going  through  so  many  losses  lately?  it's  just  SHITTY.  so  when  teddy  spots  her  at  a  distance  in  his  high-as-shit  state,  he  meanders  over  to  her,  eyes  drooping  and  a  silly  half-smile  hanging  from  his  lips.  "maxy..."  he  trails  off,  then  snickers.  "can  you  tell  me  if  you  hate  me?"  naturally,  his  lower  lip  puckers  and  he  extends  an  arm  to  her.  "that  dress  is  crazy.  like...  really  bright.  super  sick."

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@mvxsinc​ !

          "I  COME  BEARING  gifts..."  teddy  makes  his  entrance  in  his  own  apartment  with  a  bag  filled  with  chinese  food  takeout.  there's  a  spot  down  the  road,  close  enough  to  walk  to  but  far  enough  to  make  it  a  decent  stroll  for  winnie.  naturally,  she  bursts  through  the  door  before  teddy,  wiggles  her  way  through  as  soon  as  he  opens  it.  she  runs  in,  tail  wagging  as  she  drags  her  leash  on  the  ground  to  rush  her  way  over  to  maxine.  you'd  think  she  hadn't  seen  the  girl  in  weeks.

he  kicks  the  door  closed  and  sets  the  food  down  on  their  kitchen  table,  then  unhooks  the  leash  from  winnie's  collar.  this  could  arguably  be  the  thing  that  teddy  has  missed  most  about  his  life  pre-jerry  disappearance:  it's  his  friendship  with  his  roommate.  they  used  to  be  so  much  CLOSER.  they'd  spend  time  together,  cook,  watch  movies,  listen  to  music,  but  now  all  of  that  just  sounds  like  an  exertion  of  energy  that  teddy  can't  spare.  now  that,  well,  all  of  the  dirty  laundry  is  out  to  hang,  it's  time  he  makes  feeble  attempts  at  rekindling  what  he  once  had,  though  there's  no  changing  their  current  reality.  "i  heard  you  mention  wonton  soup  the  other  day,  so..."  he's  opening  the  brown  bag  and  lifting  a  clear  container  of  soup,  which  he  sets  gently  on  the  table.  "there  you  have  it."

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@mvxsinc​ !

          PERHAPS  NOT  THE  most  sound  of  advice,  but  teddy  would  argue  that  those  suffering  in  silence  could  benefit  from  a  night  like  this.  granted,  they  also  could  NOT  benefit  at  all—  considering  how  the  beginning  of  his  night  transpired  with  a  full-blown  panic  attack  that  left  him  thinking  he  was  going  to  die,  that  m.o.  was  absolutely  up  for  debate.  but  it's  later  in  the  night  at  this  point  and  everyone,  including  teddy,  has  been  drinking  and  letting  loose.  and  it's  not  like  teddy  feels  BETTER  after  his  panic  attack  earlier,  but  he  certainly  doesn't  feel  like  he  did  during  it,  so  he'll  take  that  as  a  win.  and  he  knows  he’s  not  the  only  one  that  was  in  need  of  this  night  in  particular.

he  spots  maxine  with  a  drink  in  her  hand  and  he  can  tell  she's  drunk—  he's  seen  it  enough  times  to  pick  up  on  her  body  language.  he  smiles  a  little  to  himself  and  heads  over  to  her  from  behind  and  wraps  his  arms  around  her  torso.  "hi!"  his  chin  rests  on  her  shoulder  before  he  pulls  away  and  turns  her  around  to  face  him.  "you  look..."  he  pauses.  what's  the  right  word  for  this?  "you  look  like  you're  having  fun."  there  it  is.  he  gestures  to  the  can  in  her  hand.  "how  many  of  these  have  you  downed  so  far,  huh?"