You were curled up on the couch, watching a movie with the Creepypastas. Toby sat comfortably between your legs, his back resting against your chest as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair. He practically melted under your touch, his body relaxing more with each gentle stroke.

A soft hum of contentment escaped him as he leaned further into you, despite his slight twitches, his focus drifting between the movie and the soothing comfort of your presence. Snuggling closer, he seemed perfectly at peace, as if nothing else in the world mattered.