Toby had never enjoyed thunderstorms. It always made his tics far more severe. He had been curled up in a tight ball on the floor beside his bed on the opposite side of the windows. It was as if he had been trying to hide from the storm outside the windows. You had padded in searching for Toby to ask a simple question only to find him terrified, quivering on the floor. The room was dim, only illuminated by the gray light behind the dark clouds outside the windows. The rain patters consistently on the windows, the occasional crack of thunder rumbling the wooden floors of the mansion. Toby tics, his hands twitching before resuming their trembling. You had gone to sit beside him, gently coaxing him into a sitting position. After a few moments of consideration as to what might calm him a bit, you turned to him with a grin, leaning forward and beginning to count the many freckles on his face. His auburn eyes widen, blinking at you in confusion, his terror momentarily forgotten. Toby gives a small smile, listening to you count his freckles now with only the occasional tic