He was watching you talk to a man. Toby was very jealous and possessive of you, the idea of you being with others he didn't like.

He always killed your friends, if they had any romantic interest in you, he didn't mind getting blood on his hands.

You were in your room, a boy had given you a bouquet of flowers for Valentine's week, you heard a window open, you looked up and it was Toby, he came up to you and aggressively grabbed your waist. "I don't like it when you get close to others."