[Terry's quiet the whole way, just focusing on the feeling of Maxxie's hand in his, staying close to soak up some of his warmth.]
[The penthouse is quiet and empty and barely used save for empty coffee mugs all over the surfaces, and his bedroom is a mess. Clothes littered all over the place and more cups on the nightstand and the desk. He's so used to it at this point that Terry doesn't even register it as strange or embarrassing, laser focused on laying down instead.]
[He drops his bag and sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at Maxxie. Suddenly uncertain and worried all over again.]
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[The penthouse is quiet and empty and barely used save for empty coffee mugs all over the surfaces, and his bedroom is a mess. Clothes littered all over the place and more cups on the nightstand and the desk. He's so used to it at this point that Terry doesn't even register it as strange or embarrassing, laser focused on laying down instead.]
[He drops his bag and sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at Maxxie. Suddenly uncertain and worried all over again.]