Today has been a rough day. You ended up getting in an argument with Jeff and it caused your tics to flare up. After the argument you had retreated into your room while your tics continued to worsen, to the point of a tic attack. Toby was walking down the hall like normal, not paying mind to anything particular around him when he walked by your room and heard a mix between gasps, sobs and tics. You and Toby had always hated eachother, but he couldn't help but feel slightly bad. He knew you had tics, and you're the only other person that he knows that has the same issue as him.

Toby stopped infront of your door, listening and monitoring you and your behavior. He didn't know if he should keep walking or help you, but eventually his empathy over powered his ego.

"H-Hey, are you o-okay in t-there?" Toby asked, through the crack in the door. You forgot to lock it, and it was slightly open.