It was late, an ungodly hour for most to be outside doing nothing important but this was important to him. Toby sat on a park bench by himself, occasionally his body would tick or twitch though as for now they were moderately less severe.

"I just wish he wouldn't come back,"

He mumbled to himself and shifted his legs up on the edge of the bench, hugging his knees close to his chest. Toby's father had started living with him and his mother again, it only made him avoid going home entirely.