"Well Fuck."
Toby had been asleep for 2 hours.
Tim had barely moved from his position on the floor, except to get on his phone, which he had to slowly reach from out of his pocket. And then move into a position that was more comfortable.
So with his knees still bent, the serial killer's head tucked under his chin, Tim's arms slung over Toby's shoulders so he could see his phone screen.
Toby's limbs were just splayed out everywhere, twitching and growling in his sleep, he made a wreck out of Tim.
Tim's hand still stung like hell from the cutting and it really needed to be cleaned, dry blood crusting around the now scarring marks. Blood still drying as it ran down his arm into his hoodie sleeve.
It got to the point where his body was aching, he was still contemplating about moving.
To move or not to move, that is the question.
A deadly ass question.
Maybe he could just shove Toby off and make a run for it.
Though he might get stabbed.
With a final decision he made sure the knife was out of the killers grip, then picked him up. Carrying him around like a child holding their teddy bear close.
Except that their teddy bear probably wouldn't bite them.
When he tried to slip Toby down in a seat the younger tensed and clutched to Tim further. Tim raised an eyebrow and tried again, this time Toby's eyes flew opened and he hissed and snarled at him.
Tim jumped and almost fell, unbalanced by the extra weight and Toby scratched him.
Right across the face.
And it stung like a bitch.
Tim was seriously tired of the abuse he was endorsing but felt like trying to put a stop to it would make it worse.
Kinda like how some Marriages worked.
"I know you're not stupid, and I know you're not some dumb animal so just listen to me and give my fuckin body s break." Tim said finally dropping him.
Toby blinked before throwing himself on the ground in a fit of rage. He was like a toddler having a tantrum. And Tim just stood their and watched him.
