Toronto stood there, observing your anatomy move from place to place as you cleaned. His heavy-lidded, brown gaze watched as you grabbed a small yellow bottle, neatly sweeping the few different shaded pills into the small bottle, careful not to drop any.

"have I told you that I love you?" he asked, weakly. the voice he spoke in was much raspier than his usual voice which implicated that he was currently high. "cause I do."