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You busy?

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[notahobby]

no whats up

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I'll explain when I see you.

[And a few minutes later there will be a Terry knocking at the Flashnest. He looks beyond miserable.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie opens the door with a wide grin that immediately turns into a worried frown.]

What's wrong? I thought this was a sexy text.

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[Terry laughs a little as he steps inside.]

Sorry to disappoint you.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie shrugs all "what can you do."]

I'll get over it. What's going on?

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Well I pretty much don't have a band anymore, so that's great.

[He throws his hands up in frustration at everything going on. It feels like so long ago he was just a musician having a good time, doing what he loved.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie leads Terry to the couch and throws himself down.]

You mean Koumei? I'm sure they'll find someone to replace him...

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[He goes with and immediately curls up on Maxxie.]

Not just that-- it's Garnet too. It's like she's someone else now.

[notahobby]

How do you mean?

[Maxxie wraps his arms around Terry and rubs his shoulder.]

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Oh, you haven't seen the tour schedule? It's 'Garnet featuring Cosmic Indulgence' now. [He shakes his head] And she's totally buying into it.

[notahobby]

Shit, dude.

[He sighs in lieu of anything to say.]

What's Page say?

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That I should be happy for her and her success. Because I guess that's all that matters anymore.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie almost says something to the effect of "you should threaten to quit" but a wave of fear goes through him instead. He's terrified of what might happen to Terry if he stands up against his manager or the label in general, so he keeps his mouth shut on that front.]

Well... maybe it's not going to last, you know? Could be just a phase.

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[Terry immediately tenses at that fear that Maxxie feels-- it's too close for him to ignore and he's still figuring out what to even do with that kind of thing, but Maxxie keeps talking and Terry relaxes. Sighing softly.]

I hope so.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie gives him a comforting squeeze.]

I dunno what else you can do. Except for working on music with me. And maybe not telling anyone.

[It's something that they have tinkered with and joked around about and this is. Kind of half a joke.]

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[Terry laughs and lifts his head up to kiss Maxxie.]

Whenever you want.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie makes a pleased sound and noses Terry's face for more kissing.]

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[Terry smiles and sits up a little more to kiss Maxxie properly, and he cups Maxxie's face in his hands as he pulls back to just admire his boyfriend for a moment.]

You're pretty amazing, you know.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie smirks and bites his lip all cocky and gross.]

Yeah, I do.

[He brushes his thumb on Terry's chin affectionately.]

You are too.

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[Terry has to fight the urge not to immediately reply that he's not, and he goes back to resting his head on Maxxie's shoulder with another sigh. Always uneasy with the compliments, he just doesn't see what other people do.]

I really don't get why you think that.

[He did not fight the urge very well.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie's eyebrows knit together, kind of concerned and kind of sad. He rubs Terry's back trying to be soothing.]

'Cause you are. You're great. You're funny and sweet and cute and you make me happy.

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[He makes a small noise that indicates he disagrees, but he can't really fight Maxxie on that, can he. It's kind of impossible to tell someone that they have the wrong take on this incredibly subjective thing. So instead Terry cuddles up a little closer (can he even get any closer?) and forces a bit of levity into his voice when he speaks.]

Weird. I feel the same about you.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie grins and nuzzles his face into Terry's hair.]

God it almost sounds like we like each other or something.

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[Terry laughs.] Shit. I wasn't supposed to let you know.