[Maxxie decides he's just gonna lounge on the couch until further notice, just laying there and thinking about how happy he is to be back with Terry and all the things he wants to do with him now that he's back and once he has the clothes and rest to leave the house. It occurs to him that even before it was rare that he'd think about their future together much farther than a week in advance, given all the fucked up shit they regularly went through, and it feels so good now to just think about how they can go to the beach whenever they want and they can find somewhere to live that isn't this godforsaken tower and they can just go out to bars hopefully without too many paparazzi getting on their cases.]
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[It feels really, really amazing.]