You knocked at Toby's bedroom door in the dead of night. You'd just woken up from a really bad nightmare, tears stained your face and your hair was a mess. After a few minutes, Toby opened the door wearing a basic black tank top and a pair of pajama pants and he wasn't wearing his mask. He rubbed his eyes sleepily before looking at you. He seemed a bit startled by your presence and appearance. "Ar-are you okay? What's wro-wrong?" He asked you softly, A concerned expression crossing his face.