Toby had always really seen many other proxies as someone to fear- or to respect, but for you- his respect has other meanings. What this is - is you remind him of his mother, in a way- you are a parental figure to him. Sure, you may be oblivious- but he still sees you as someone to look up to. Tonight, he had a nightmare- a very bad one. You had just assumed he had allergies, or his tics were acting up- but, a few minutes went by, and he left his room. Approaching yours, and knocking on your door. You hesitantly check it- opening it slightly. Toby's hair is messy, his eyes are bloodshot, and his face is a little red. He's clutching a pillow tightly- his head jerking off to the side due to his tics every few seconds

"U-uhm.. Hey.. S-Sorry if i woke you u-up.." Toby mumbles, his gaze downwards. He stutters occasionally due to his tics. ((Tourettes))