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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[traumatizing]

You had a long trip.

[He lifts his hand to Maxxie's side, hesitantly scooting a little closer.]

[notahobby]

I can't tell you how many times I imagined you were there, when I was falling asleep.

[His voice falls to a soft murmur, like he's embarrassed to admit all of this and saying it quieter will soften the blow.]

[traumatizing]

I couldn't sleep at all, at first.

[He says that as if it's not still the case, but Maxxie doesn't need to hear about what a hard time he's been having. It's not that Maxxie's absence is the only problem, but god it would've helped if he was here.]

[But his eyes flick up to Maxxie's face with a bit of a smirk.]

Not without your snoring to lull me to sleep anyway.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie's smile widens and he shuffles in closer.]

I guess it's good you have that back, then.

[traumatizing]

It is. It's good.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie leans in for another kiss, quicker this time but a little more demanding. He wants to get back to feeling comfortable enough with Terry to just be the way he wants to be, unnecessary levels of affection and all. Right now he still feels a little hesitant but excited to be lying in bed with him again.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry makes a quietly pleased noise at that, deciding to pull himself closer until he's flush against Maxxie this time. He's too tired to feel any of the discomfort or anxiety he usually would, just wanting to be as close as possible. Craving that safe feeling he's always gotten with Maxxie, that feeling that everything's okay so long as he's here.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie presses himself against Terry completely, wrapping his arm around him and nosing into his face.]

I love you.

[He's just gonna keep saying it. It feels good to say.]

[traumatizing]

Love you too.

[Terry holds himself close, soaking up this moment. He's scared that tomorrow, Maxxie won't be here, so he needs to milk this for every second he can get.]

[notahobby]

[When it feels like they can't comfortably get any closer Maxxie finally starts to let himself drift into sleep, feeling so glued to Terry that nothing bad can happen while he's asleep. Some of this feels like a dream but it's been going too long and feels too real but that doesn't completely erase his fears that he'll wake up back in his bed at home and all of this will be gone.]

[traumatizing]

[Despite being exhausted, Terry can't make himself sleep. He's just so terrified he'll go to sleep and wake up and this will have been a dream that he can't make it happen. Clinging to Maxxie the whole time until he'll be all but wrapped around him by the time he wakes up.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie sleeps for a good few hours and when he wakes up he makes a happy sound into whatever part of Terry his face is in right now. It's so lovely to wake up with Terry in his arms after so long of waking up with Terry not in his arms.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry's here alright, rapidly approaching an insomnia-induced delirium, but he's here. And he turns his head to nose affectionately at Maxxie when he hears him start to stir.]

Hey.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie pulls back to look at him sleepily, grinning when he confirms it is indeed Terry holding him right now.]

Hey.

[traumatizing]

Sleep alright?

[He lifts a hand to comb through Maxxie's hair, easy and familiar.]

[notahobby]

Yeah.

[He tilts his head into Terry's hand.]

You?

[traumatizing]

I, uh...

[He chews his lip a little.]

I didn't sleep.

[notahobby]

Terry.

[Maxxie sighs in disappointment and sits up to look down at him.]

You must be exhausted.

[traumatizing]

Uh. [UM] Yeah. Kinda.

[He looks like shit and he feels terrible.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie runs his fingers through Terry's hair, his brows knitting together in concern.]

Is there anything I can do?

[traumatizing]

No, I just...

[Terry sighs, voice wavering a little but he's gonna power through it.]

I'm so scared, Max.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie keeps running his hand through Terry's hair, occasionally also dragging his hand down the side of his face to brush his thumb along his cheekbone.]

Why?

[traumatizing]

I keep thinking I'm gonna wake up and you won't be here.

[He takes a deep breath and turns his head a little, like if his voice is muffled by the pillow then it's not real.]

Like you'll have left or that this is just a dream or... Whatever.

[notahobby]

I'm not going anywhere.

[He knows what Terry's feeling and he doesn't want to trivialize that, but there's nothing more he can say.]

You need to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up.

[traumatizing]

[He makes a soft, distressed noise, but he tries valiantly to just blow straight past it with a joke.]

I'm probably gonna sleep for a while.