He can feel the tension slowly falling away from Teddy's shoulders, and it's like he can feel the heartache flood in to fill the spaces. Teddy's practically made of it right now. Maxxie wonders if he's even taken so much as a minute for himself, to be selfish, before today.

He tries to keep up the massage, do what he can, but before long it's too much for him, too.

"Hey," Maxxie says softly, sliding to the open side of the bed, off of Teddy but pulling gently at his shoulder to make him roll over.

"It's gonna be okay, Teddy. It will be."