They stay like that until Teddy’s phone goes off. He jumps and pulls it out of his pocket. Instead of answering it, he simply stares at it, as if afraid it might bite him.
Rich sighs and closes the book, reaching out for the phone. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, taking it from him. He answers it, turning away from Teddy as he spoke to the man on the other end of the phone.
“Hello? This is his boyfriend, yes. All right. Thank you. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” He hung up the phone and handed it back to Teddy. “They want you back there soon. They say you can sort through the damage yourself now.”
Teddy numbly shoves the phone in his pocket. “Will you…will you come with me? I can’t go back alone…I…I just can’t…” He clenches the box again, his eyes staring into nothing.