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Ted is very clumsy. He walks into walls, doors, chairs; trips over his own feet, his shoes; drops plates, glasses, cups. When Rebecca first went for dinner at his, just before she asked him why he had bamboo dishes, she watched him drop two bowls whilst unloading the dishwasher, then a mug and the colander. He'd lived in the same house for the last four years since he moved back to Richmond, and it was like he was in a new place every single morning. She'd always know him to walk into things, but only after she'd spent a few nights in a row over did she see the full extent. After he knocked his shoulder into the doorframe twice in five minutes, she had to say something.
'Did you sleep okay last night?'
'Like a snug bug in a rug.' He sets her tea on the nightstand. 'Why'd you ask? Was I tossin' and turnin' again?'
'No, no. You've just walked into the doorframe again. You did it on the way out too.'
'Oh. I-uh-hadn't really noticed. My apologies, door.' Ted laughs and gets back into bed beside her.
He also loses everything. Rebecca's never known a person to have as many AirTags as Ted does. Wallet, keys, backpack, work bag, work keys, he even glued one to his phone, but that was quickly removed after Henry explained that he could do "find my phone" on his iPad, without an AirTag.
He's not careless, never careless. He's got key rings he's had since he was a boy, his coat for the last six years. He's just an expert and misplacing his things.