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Teddy Altman ([personal profile] wasafreak) wrote2012-06-19 12:57 am

Amnesia Plot [2 1/2 Weeks In]

Teddy hasn't hit his breaking point, because he can't break. Billy depends on him. Even if they're not what they should be, even if Teddy misses them every second of every day, Billy depends on him. He's his best friend, the only person he really knows on the island, at this point, and it's only been twenty days, not even three full weeks. So he hasn't hit his breaking point because that's not an option.

He's waiting for Billy, who went to the Compound to shower and get laundry and maybe food, and Teddy feels bad for not going with and loitering but...

He just needs a minute. He just needs a few minutes alone. Knees draw up and arms crossed over them, he tries to not to lose it, to breathe through the emotions he's been keeping under tightest wraps, but they're still threatening to rip out of him. He's so tired all the time, and he feels so damn lonely.
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-25 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
At a certain point, things always even out. For Maxxie they do, anyway. He finds his balance, sooner rather than later, even if that means ignoring the craziest shit around him and clinging to the old standbys. He hates feeling off balance, lost and wavering, and he loses that when he focuses on nothing or everyone else.

Right now, that very moment... it's everyone else he's thinking of. Teddy especially. Shit's rough all over but even Maxxie can realize how hard this must be on Teddy. So he heads over to Billy and Teddy's place, hoping to find Teddy by himself but thinking that hanging out with the two of them might also make things easier, just for a little while.

When he sees Teddy on the porch, all curled up, he immediately thinks he should have done more and sooner. He can't imagine how tough this is, especially living with it.

"Hey, dude," Maxxie says softly, coming up to grab a seat beside Teddy. He lays a hand on his shoulder. "Alright?"
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
His hand doesn't move. It stays on Teddy's back as he shifts, a warm and solid presence, until he settles. Maxxie rubs his shoulders idly, then lets his hand drop to his lap.

"Alright," Maxxie answers with a shrug. He's been better, but this isn't about him.

"Everything's fucked, huh?" It's an easy comment, his tone as unremarkable as though he were talking about the weather.
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-25 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Maxxie's gaze drops to the ground, looking at the wood panels thoughtfully as he nods.

"Yeah," he says. "All the stuff you guys have done, you'd think it'd come through. But it's not him, dude."

He lifts his gaze, sympathy written all over his face. "It's the island. It's the stupid magic stuff."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-25 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
He lets him be, letting him take that moment to steel himself if he thinks he needs it. Maxxie wouldn't think any less of him if Teddy broke down right this second, but it's not about what he thinks.

"S'alright."

He waits, and then he reaches out again, giving Teddy's shoulder a squeeze.

"It's hard. It fucking sucks. But he's still here, Teddy. It'll sort itself out. You just gotta hang on."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-25 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Maxxie can't imagine showing that kind of restraint himself. He would move out, flirt his ass off to get things back to the way they were. Not touching the person he loved just sounds impossible.

He barks out a soft laugh, startled by Teddy's comment, and shakes his head.

"Only 'cause I sort of look like you," he quickly points out. "Only reason he's ever given me more than a friendly glance."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-25 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Even though he could, Maxxie's not gonna argue with him. It'd just sound like fishing for compliments, even if he didn't mean it that way, and the smile looks too good on Teddy's tired face to say anything that might spoil it.

"Oh, bummer," he says with feeling.

"...Is he here? Maybe you could sneak a kip when he's not looking."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
He tilts his head with a cocky lift of his brow, a look saying that he knows he's a genius, thank you.

"I'll keep watch," he promises. "So he doesn't find you and it makes things awkward."

It could also make things better, Maxxie thinks. But he has a feeling that thought comes from the portion of brain that still believes some porn could happen in real life.
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
It's sickeningly sweet, but more than that Maxxie feels a pang in his heart. It's terrible for Teddy and it reminds Maxxie of what he's missing out on, what he's lost.

"Sucks, dude," he sighs. "If you ever need space, you know, there's a free bed in my room. And hey, maybe he wouldn't be weirded out at all. I mean, clearly he has to like you."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
The corner of his mouth curves up in the tiniest of smiles. It doesn't feel like he's done much, but that's how it works. He's glad Teddy's gotten something out of it, and that smile's great payment.

"You're welcome," Maxxie says, squeezing his shoulder again. "Now come on. I think you need some fucking sleep."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
The motion comes to him naturally, something he doesn't even think about before -- or while -- he's doing it. He follows Teddy to his feet with hand still in place, and when they're both standing his hand slides over the line of his shoulders. He kneads the tight, tired muscles there.

"No offense, but you're a mess." Maxxie couples his words with a tone of concern and then a dry, short laugh.
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
In Maxxie's mind, there's two kinds of massages. There's the type with oils and candles and soft music, the kind Alcuin gives (used to give) that leads to something else. And there's the type that's like therapy. Like athletes get a rub down after a hard workout, or his parents used to give him a quick massage when his body was aching.

This is definitely the latter and Teddy definitely needs it.

"Come on," he says again, letting his hands drift away. "Face down. In bed. I'll give you a massage and then wake you before Billy gets back."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"You do," Maxxie says, mustering up the most serious tone he can manage in the circumstances. "It's kind of scary. S'why I want your face down and away from me."
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[personal profile] just_dance_it 2012-06-27 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Snorting out a soft laugh, Maxxie moves to the side of the bed. But looking down at Teddy's shoulders, the angle's off. It's not a big deal, but it's not a big deal to Maxxie to climb onto the bed, straddling Teddy's thighs so he has the best access to his shoulders and back.

"If that's the weirdest thing you do, I think you're in the clear. Besides, I'll cover for you. Swear on a Bible that you aren't a sheet sniffer," he promises. "Tell me if I press too hard, yeah?"

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