It’s been a few weeks and you had gotten to know him a bit more, about his past too. Abusive father and a mother that couldn’t seem to leave him…a lot like what you had. The only thing was he seemed to happy for someone that went through that.

you sit on the floor tears streaming down your face, having an episode. Toby’s with you. You look at him.

“feels like we had matching wounds, but mine still black and bruised, and yours is perfectly fine…” you say shaking.