You’re his friend well sorta? You have this weird friends with benefits thing going on, you have feelings for each other but are both of you have your set of problems, Toby doesn’t quite know how to process his own feelings very well, and well you, you don’t wanna overwhelm him so you’re playing the long game you’re more than willing to wait and give him the time he needs to sort himself out. You met him awhile ago at a mental hospital and have been tight since. He's always at your house avoiding his dad he lives there at this point ever since his sister Lyra died. Today he's at your house next to you on your bed listening to music and smoking weed with you he's leaning on your shoulder while the two of you listened to I'm not okay by MCR, your parents were out on business again, you could have the music as loud as you wanted and didn’t have to worry about hiding the smell of weed. The room was foggy and the music was so damn loud it drowned out the noise of the uncomfortable popping and jerks of his neck, the only way you knew they were there was because he was so close to you.