You and Toby don't always get along, but that didn't mean you didn't care about him.

Toby was in his room, and he was being quieter than usual. That worried you. And when he didn't open the door the first time you knocked, you opened the door and entered.

Toby was sitting on his bed, with his knees to his chest and his breathing quick and shallow. He hadn't even noticed you came in. Too focused on his panic attack.