Masky's POV
I was ready finally after only four days, seems like only yesterday Toby was new here. It feels like we're rushing into this. Now that I think about it we are rushing into this I want this but does Toby want this? That question burning and rotting my brain inside and out. I couldn't help but grind my teeth together. "Tim are you okay?" I heard Toby ask snapping me out of it. I took a deep breath nodding. For some reason I couldn't speak I was silenced it was weird but it also felt right. Toby was still waiting for an answer and I couldn't give one. "I'm sorry," he cried I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. "I was expecting too much," Toby wiped the tears off his face. I tried to speak up but I couldn't the words were stuck in my throat. He stood up "Well no use crying over it goodnight Timothy,". He walked back to my room, and before shutting the door he said "You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight,". I let out a sigh flopping my face into one of the soft pillows. I fucked up.
