the punchline to the joke is asking "someone save us"

[traumatizing]

STILL HERE, HUH?

Looks like you're still on Tera. By choice, or maybe you missed your chance to get home. Doesn't matter really, you're here now and you gotta deal with the fallout one way or another. Here's hoping that works out for you.

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[notahobby]

Well then I'm here if you ever want to talk.

[You hear that undying optimism and good attitude? Aren't you glad you have this back in your life Terry.]

And I'm here for everything else too.

[traumatizing]

[He's honestly so happy about it that his heart hurts just a little thinking about how great Maxxie is. Terry pats Maxxie's chest and sighs, for once not sounding like he's about to start crying when he speaks. If anything it's almost upbeat.]

I missed you.

[notahobby]

[Maybe the appropriate response here would be "I missed you too," but that is not what happens. What happens is Maxxie wrapping his arms around Terry and squeezing him tightly, like he can't help himself, zero regard for the fact that his stomach is still a gross mess.]

C'mere.

[traumatizing]

[Terry makes a weak noise of fake protest when he feels that gross mess transferring to his stomach too.]

But I already showered today.

[notahobby]

Whatever, it's not like you're planning on going out soon anyway.

[So Maxxie can press his jizz-covered tummy to Terry as much as he wants guilt-free.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry makes another noise of complaint, but he's still cuddling up to his awful boyfriend anyway.]

/busts in here nine thousand years late

[raynos]

[Jamie hums under his breath, but whether it's a noise of dissatisfaction or acquiescence is unclear. The food's done in a couple minutes more, anyway, and Jamie dishes it up onto two plates and brings them to the table.]

If you need help getting to sleep I could probably do something. Y'know, music magic...stuff. [Not that he thinks Terry needs the help, given how exhausted and shitty he looks, but still.]

SCREAMS

[traumatizing]

[See, look. He's putting the papers aside. Maybe he'll actually sleep if he eats. Maybe he won't just lie there feeling that acute sense that something's missing and stare at the wall for hours until he gives up.]

[Either way his stomach starts kicking up a racket again now the food's here and he looks down at it with a frown.]

I might be able to handle it without a magic lullaby.

[It comes out a little short, but Terry catches it and looks at Jamie with an apologetic frown.]

Thanks though.

my goodness

[raynos]

[Jamie sort of bobs his head as he slips into a chair, not unaware of the slight edge to Terry's tone but not really offended by it, either. He's smothering sometimes and he knows it, so he can't blame Terry for chafing a little.]

I know it's kinda dumb, just - I mean, nobody else is gonna look out for us so we gotta...take care of each other.

[This comes out in sort of a mumble as Jamie focuses intently on his breakfast. He chews a mouthful of toast and shoots Terry a glance.]

How're you doing? Not regarding this stuff. [Gesturing at the mess of paperwork.] Just...in general.

[traumatizing]

[It's mostly the whole 'music magic' thing, seeing as any time anyone's used it on him it's been extremely bad, the idea's a bit of a sore spot. But he doesn't get into all that, just frowning guiltily at his plate until Jamie's question.]

Probably about the same as you.

[Which is to say, not great.]