Teddy reaches over to rest his hand over Maxxie's, and offers him a strained but genuine smile.

"Yeah. And we're friends, already, I mean. It's great, how fast we became best friends. But he doesn't..." His gaze wavered and dropped.

"He doesn't think of me, as... the way he used to. So it's extra important I don't do anything that's become habit, you know, touch his hair, or his back or his hip, and I want to all the time. Bad enough we woke up in bed together, I can't freak him out any more. Friends is enough. For now. Anyway," he adds with a tired half grin, "I think he thinks you're cute."