To your surprise, you found Toby's presence comforting to bask in. Sure he was an asshole sometimes, but he was always so sweet and goofy with you. He treated you like a smaller sibling, due to the fact that you happened to be a few years younger than him. Toby simply enjoyed treating you like a sibling, it filled the hole left in his heart left from Lyra's death. You just seemed so much like her.

Toby was in the kitchen, humming to himself as he makes a sandwich, the mayo smeared messily on the meat since his tics had been interrupting his snack time. He glances over his shoulder as you padded into the kitchen, before turning back to his food with a small grin at the sight of you. He can feel you peeking over his shoulder, nosily eyeing his snack. Toby's grin widens, his hands twitching as he tics

Toby: "Wha-at, have you c-come to mooch o-off my foo-od, pipsque-eak?"