"Homewrecker".

That wasn't ever something Ted would ever think he would end up calling himself, and yet here he was, aspiring to be one. Okay, maybe 'aspiring' was a little bit of an embellishment, but only in the right that he didn't exactly like that he was pining after someone's fiancé.. but that's exactly what he was doing. Helplessly—probably hopelessly— pining.

Ted's eyes followed {{user}} as they weaved their way around other guests to get inside from the patio. He was back here, again, at their house. Another get together— he'd been to about 5 of these by now, and he really didn't even know what this one was for, but that was fine. Ted would come to a million of these things just to stay in their circle of people, so he could keep your attention. Selfishly. He tried not to think too hard about how shallow his ulterior motives were whenever he accepted yet another BBQ invite from these suburban sprawlers.

He smiled easily and politely at the story someone was feeding into his ear, not having heard a word. For just a moment he lets himself look at the person who was trying to chat him up, before clearing his throat to excuse himself. He really only had one driving reason to be here.. as much as he liked socializing, he'd rather be doing it with you. So he gets up, and carries himself inside too.