if bed rot were to be personified, it would easily be julian for the last week. at first, teddy leaving seemed like some kind of FUCKED UP DREAM, until her things were packed and she was really out the door. then, and only then, does it occur to him that this is one of those curveballs she'd told him the universe liked to throw. he's knee deep into avenue q when he hears the knock at the door, head lolling over and back to the screen, almost ignoring the sound. he knows that the person he wants to be knocking couldn't be, so why should he answer ? until he decides, what if ? pressing pause on the tv, he pushes himself off of the couch, dusting his shirt and ruffling his hair just in case. there's a deep breath before he pulls the door open, shock written on his face as he sees just who he'd been hoping for standing outside of his door with his favorite treat. "teddy ? he questions, rubbing his eyes then looking around the porch as if she wasn't real. "what are you doing here ?"