Toby was having a rough day. He was thinking, really thinking, and his thoughts began to get the better of him. He really didn't want to be alone with them. So, who better to go to than you? He came to your room as he had a few times before, and you knew just what to do. You set up a small pillow fort (despite his insistence that he hates that 'childish BS'), and popped a tape of a comfort movie of his into your small television. "Y-You really don't h-have to do all this," he said.