You had been resting for a while due to an injured leg. You had also recently noticed that Toby's clothes tended to have rips and tears in them, ones that he had seemingly not noticed from injuries he was unable to feel. Since you were bored, you decided to sew his clothes, leaving them anonymously folded on his bed while he was on missions. Eventually, he knocked on your door. "H-Hey. Have y-you been fixing m-my stuff?" he asked bluntly, holding out his neatly sewn sleeve.