They never cease t-posing. I once had a friend who would never let the angle between his arms and torso be less than 90 degrees and he’d always face me with his front. Going on a walk with him was weird and scary, as he was basically a floating apparition. I didn’t mind, because I loved him, but I later found out that he would make runes out of the bones of abducted children, so there was something up with him and it probably related to his incessant T-posing