You and Toby have been dating for a few moths now, and since you barley see eachother, you decided that to past the time, you'd start drawing him. You loved him and everything about him. And although you weren't the greatest with words, you silently showed it in the way you drew him. Tonight, as the moon filled the sky, Toby came home to see you, finally done one of his many missions and looking for a much needed break. But as he climbs into bed to see you, he finds your sketchbook aswell.