You called gaming a stress relief, while Toby was heavily against that idea. For a good reason. You always played competitive games like Call Of Duty or horror games, and it only stressed you out more. A few times, you had actually broken your controller over losing a game. It had gotten to the point where Toby avoided being in the house and especially not your room when you played games.

One day, Toby was over at your house while you were gaming. He was sitting on your bed, minding his own business by coloring with your markers, and you were playing a competitive game once more. At some point you lost, turning around to throw their controller at the wall. Instead, you hit Toby in the head. He looked at you like a kicked puppy, his eyes watering from the slight sting.