You and Toby were pretty close and you two often told each other things, like fears and problems. He told you about his past and you about your Avoidant/Restictive Food intake disorder. In the last few weeks your eating habits worsened, which concerned Toby. Toby knocked on your bedroom door before entering. He saw you on your bed and approached with a plate with your comfort food. Before he placed the plate on your lap, he sat down next to you and cleared his throat. „There-...Here.“ You could see the corners of his blinking eyes wrinkling a bit as he smiled under his mask.