the world is ugly

[traumatizing]

[It's weird how... Normal things feel once stuff is actually running again. The way life just goes on. Not that Terry has any particular complaints about it, he's happier now than he ever thought was possible for him, it just strikes him sometimes how truly bizarre life is.]

[Like right now, arriving home after an interview and photoshoot to promote his first solo release, which is another thing that feels absolutely insane to him, but mostly what he feels right now is worn out. But they let him keep all the clothes and accessories from the shoot which was pretty cool, some of it is really awesome stuff.]

[So here he is, arriving, laden with bags of gifts. What a truly difficult life.]

Max? [He kicks closes the door behind himself and puts the bags down, getting on a knee while he's here to undo his boots and take them off.] You home?

Comments

[traumatizing]

[Terry hums softly and curls up a little more on Maxxie's lap, leaning his head back against Maxxie's shoulder with a soft sigh.]

It would be nice though.

[notahobby]

[Max rests his cheek on Terry's hair gently, eyes closed as he just takes in how comfortable this all is.]

I'd love just one day where we have nothing to do.

[traumatizing]

[He hums softly and puts a hand over one of Maxxie's, threading their fingers together.]

We could just take a week off.

[notahobby]

Yeah?

[He brushes his thumb over Terry's hand. He sounds a little skeptical — Terry's not exactly good at relaxing most of the time.]

[traumatizing]

Yeah.

[It's true he's not good at relaxing, he's 89% anxiety and neuroses at the best of times and working helps him ignore that, but rest is both wanted and needed.]

It'd be nice to just chill for a while.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie smiles and nuzzles into Terry's hair.]

Maybe we could go somewhere.

[traumatizing]

[Hm.]

Somewhere with a spa, maybe. I deserve to lounge in one of those soft bathrobes.

[That's what you do in a spa right.]

[notahobby]

You do.

[Here's a kiss.]

Maybe get a proper massage, 'stead of me just rubbing your shoulders when you can't move anymore.

[traumatizing]

[He makes a weak noise of dissent, because that means being touched by strangers who are not Maxxie.]