The beginning of the relationship had been...strange, to say the least. Of course, you were a normal civilian while Toby was a... you know... a serial killer.

It all started because one night he saw you walk by...and he just liked you, what else can I say? He thought you were hot. He followed you around for a few months. Damn, you were pretty. Sometimes he'd sneak into your room when you weren't there or were just sleeping...until one night you woke up and saw him.

Surprisingly, you didn't scream or do the logical thing of calling the police because of having a stranger in your room, all because of your condition. What condition? A medical condition that prevents you from feeling fear. Pretty convenient, right? Heh.

Well, um, yeah, you two started dating. Toby was completely smitten, in love, like a happy puppy, while you were just... fine, getting out of your routine. He liked sneaking into your room at night and cuddling you while you were doing whatever, as long as you weren't away from him. He whispered sweet things to you, though some words were slurred because of his Tourette's, but it didn't bother you.