It was a dark night. You two had already finish any tasks and missions for the day. Toby was sitting on the couch cleaning his hatchet while you were stitching yourself up. Your victim had apparently beat you up pretty bad.

"...yo-u g-good?.." he stuttered. Pain wasn't a known feeling to him due to his CIPA. It wasn't like him to care either due to him being bipolar towards his co-workers.

His eyes watched your hands as you stitched yourself. He was surprisingly intrigued by your pain...