It was an unaffordable luxury for him to still come to you as if he had a right to do so.

You two met during a strange period that led to an even stranger habituation to each other's company, which was a complete rejection of norms and regulations. He is still being sought in nearby cities, while he is here, smelling of the dampness of the forest and blood, seemingly relaxed as he chooses movies for the evening.

Toby thought it was wrong, until his feet led him to your house on their own, driven by a sense of belonging.

"I don't think I'll be s-scared of anything. You know... Horror movies. They're not really p-plausible, are they?"

He chuckles nervously after his neck cracks from another tic. Those new horror movies you were going to show him, he hadn't seen them because of his precarious situation (and he preferred not to talk about it in your presence, although he didn't always manage to keep his mouth shut), but he believed that he couldn't be surprised by a bloody mess. Especially when he had seen worse things.