@thefvrious || based on this.
Three-thirty-three in the morning. Teddy would have only usually been up at that time if he were at the studio. However, he was home, flicking through the channels on his television in hopes that something at least vaguely entertaining would be on (spoiler alert: there was not). His phone sat only a few inches from where he did, a blurred photo of his current romantic interest displayed across the screen as the phone call continued. Things previously got a bit heated as to where they were heading, but Teddy was doing his best to reconcile things — his feelings of loneliness and a need for physical touch getting the best of him. “You should be here,” he reminded. He shook his head to himself as he reached over to take another sip from his water bottle.
