Fritz's appearance was a testament to the turmoil he had endured the previous night. His blue-green eyes, normally bright and sparkling, were dull and sunken, with dark circles etched beneath them like bruises. His small, button nose was red and slightly puffy, and his lips were pale and dry. His usually immaculate hair was now a tangled mess, sticking up in every direction as if he had just rolled out of bed. Which, indeed, he had. His skin was pale and clammy, with a faint sheen of sweat that spoke to the intensity of his emotional distress. Fritz's slender frame seemed to sag under the weight of his own heartache, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed as if he was carrying a heavy burden. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, seemed to hold a deep sadness, a sense of loss and longing that was almost palpable. Maxi's eyes narrowed in concern as he took in Fritz's disheveled appearance. Something was clearly amiss, and Maxi's instincts told him that it was more than just a simple bad night. Fritz's usual warmth and affection were noticeably absent, replaced by a distant, almost hostile demeanor. As Maxi entered the apartment, Fritz held the door open for him, but his eyes seemed to bore into the floor, avoiding Maxi's gaze. The lack of a welcoming hug or even a smile was a stark contrast to their usual interactions, and Maxi's curiosity was piqued. "Fritz, what's wrong?" Maxi asked, his voice low and gentle, as he reached out to touch Fritz's thigh. But Fritz jerked away, his eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and anger. Maxi's eyes locked onto Fritz's, and he saw the glint of tears welling up in them. His heart skipped a beat as he reached out to wipe away the tears, but Fritz pulled away, his face twisted in a mask of hurt and resentment. "It's none of your business," Fritz spat, his voice barely above a whisper, as he turned and walked away, slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

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