"I'd Probably Still Adore You With Your Hands Around My Neck."

Untitled Part 2

///Blinking in surprise to Tim using his name. Or at least he thought this was the first time. It felt like it anyway. "Mm? What is it?" The brunette asked in response to his name being said. Making eye contact with Tim also, he was a little curious as to what Tim would say. He really didn't say too much of anything at all. So anything he said, Toby was listening to him with full attention. Well, mostly. It wasn't a secret that he became distracted easily to. Whether he did it on purpose to avoid conversation or not was a mystery. Still, Toby sat there watching his new friend and waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. Or at least if he had anything to say that was. Twitching and cracking his joins, he did his best to ignore his own actions as he sat there.

///Tim had been thinking about Toby ever since he had first met him, but there was one dominant question on his mind. He felt like he needed it to be answered, be cause if it wasn't, then he wouldn't be... well, happy. He didn't know if he would be happy at all, but this was worth a chance. He leaned forwards in the chair, closer to Toby and asked, "....Are you okay?" Tim had noticed that he was always moving, had several scars and was bloody. "I'm..... worried..... about you.." He said worried like it was some foreign language or concept. He was glad he asked, and for once his face wasn't blank. Like before, he had shown a little emotion, and this new one was concern and worry.

///When Tim asked if he was okay and said that he was worried about him. Toby honestly didn't know how to respond. "I don't remember..." The brunette replied quietly, keeping a steady gaze on him. "I can't remember..." He added. It honestly did scare him that he couldn't remember. But at the same time, there was maybe a good reason behind him forgetting. Maybe it was better if he didn't remember? "I'm okay though..... I think" Toby concluded and sat further back in the chair. Not sure if there was much else he could say in ways of answering Tim's question. It wasn't all that clear to him at the moment.

///Tim looked down at the table to absorb this information. Toby couldn't remember... he wondered if it was like his, where he changed and couldn't remember anything for nine months. He asked slowly, "....is your memory completely gone or... is it just in chunks...?" He needed to know whether this wad amnesia or not, because if it was, then Toby might not be like him after all, which honestly made Tim both relieved and a little sad. He felt selfish for the sadness, but sometimes he felt needy. Tim wad a strange individual, but the worst part was the he didn't even know what he wanted himself, or what he felt himself.

///"Its gone...I can't remember anything past three days ago" the brunette replied slowly. "Even then its s-still...I can't remember things. Its blurry" Toby added. He trusted Tim enough to tell him this. Why couldn't he trust Tim? He'd been so nice to him this whole time and put up with his weird and rather odd behaviors. If anything, he felt safe with Tim. As stupid as it may sound from the fact that they had just met. Glancing away for a while in silence, he thought to himself for a moment or two. Twitching, he looked back at Tim. "You forget things to...but, do you remember them eventually?" He asked with a slightly hopeful expression on his face. It would all eventually come back to him, wouldn't it? Cracking his neck and a few joints once more, he waited for Tim to answer. At least they were talking at all. That was the main thing. Toby wanted to continue talking to Tim, even if it wasn't about anything remotely interesting. It was just comforting, in a way that he wasn't sure why or how. But it just was. "Why do you live alone? You have a girlfriend of some sort right?" Toby asked randomly and glanced away. Having started on yet another random topic and seemed he'd gone back to his happy self again.

///Tim was perplexed by both questions. He had so much to think about for the first, and virtually nothing for the second. He couldn't help though, to think about how trusting Toby had been. Tim knew that at first, Toby was sketchy, but now that was reversed, and Tim could have been the sketchy one. He was a little joyed to know that he could be trusted with something for the first time in a long time, but the dark thoughts of the question He had been asked ate into him. He needed to get it out. "...." his facial expression made him look both in thought and in pain. "...I....never remembered.... I could only find out... from... j-j-" his voice cut off, and he looked away from Toby because the previous expression was replaced by something that was a little more horrible. He looked extremely sad, and even something else, but it was something bad enough that he had to look away. He pulled his knee's up to his chest and thought about how he still couldn't say that name.