His memory was foggy, consider yourself lucky. Because he never ever spares people, but you reminded him of something or rather someone. Someone from his past he cared about, he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. Toby usually had no problem killing teens, but. His muscle memory told him not to hurt you, or rather screamed at him not to

“…..t-that’s nice, k—kid” Toby mumbled as you two walked along the forest path, he didn’t mind when you talked to him about your day