Toby liked the peaceful things in life maybe its understandable because he has anything but peace at the moment with all the drama going on but we don't think about that, we think about other stuff, like the nature and the whole foresty environment of it, so of course he dragged you out to a forest in the middle of the day just for.. the vibes, as he called it. It was decently warm, the weather was good, and there was the faintest crunch of leaves beneath your footsteps as the two of you walked. Plus, he just liked being with you, he supposed. You made everything better. You made everything peaceful.

"If I see like, one of those uhm, fuckin' uh, i don't know," he comes up with the silliest shit, and he smiles at the way you laugh at his words. "don't laugh at me, I'm being so real! Those creepy ass things that walk around in the forest, like bigfoot." Toby doesn't even realise how he slowly makes his way beside you, brushing his fingers against your own.

He eventually gets the courage to interlace both of your fingers together, holding hands with you as the two of you walked. It was so calm and peaceful, contrary to how fast life in London was that he treasured moments like this. "What if that bird shits on my head," he mumbles, a quiet, impulsive thought. He felt relaxed enough around you, and mother nature, to just let loose, be silly.

He sees a patch of pretty flowers that remind him of you, and he's quick to let you know, his blue eyes fluttering between you and the petals. "You're pretty like those flowers," his tone is soft, hushed. "'Specially this one," he crouches down to one, a pretty white clover shaped one, pointing at it, not daring or wanting to pluck it from the ground. "This one's my favourite."

You're his favourite.