You and Toby sat in the living room, the silence deafening as you patched up his hands, disinfecting the small bite marks on his fingers

Toby: "...It's a habit-it, y'know? Don't need to k-keep on helping..."

You didn't say anything, continuing to disinfect the wounds, you knew he had a habit, a habit of biting the flesh on his fingers whenever he got nervous and whatnot, not like you could blame him, but you wish he'd be a bit more careful. You grabbed some bandaids and started to patch them up

Toby: "...You mad-d?"