Toby's P.O.V:
Once I was back I slumped down the door and just... Stared into space... For what felt like a lifetime. I was awoken from my thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Toby..." I immediately blocked out the voice, after a while, I heard footsteps echo down the hall. I did not want to speak to him right now.
"You'll have to speak to him eventually..." I shook my head. "Things will only get worse." I shook my head again. "And you'll have to speak sometime." Silence filled the room.
"...-" I was about to speak, but was cut off by yet another knock on the door, this time harder.
"Toby!" The voice was more urgent, and slightly annoyed. I chewed my lip, and swapped to my hands without a sound (Please say someone gets this reference?!) or a single thought. I hope no-one will ever know that the killing I was doing was to vent... There was a sigh and a small bump outside.
Masky's P.O.V:
I slumped down Toby's door, still in the hall and brought my legs to my chest, my 'face' in my knees. I have no idea what happened earlier, but I felt the need to apologize... Urgently. I let out a small whimper and my lips slipped open, I began to whisper
"Toby...Just... I'm sorry for whatever I did... I don't know what it was but... I'm sorry and... Please... I-I just need someone to speak to. I've got no-one right now. And you don't have anyone either. Hoodie just hates me, I want someone to ask me if I'm okay, even though I'm not... I just want to kid myself I'm fine... Even though I never speak my feelings... Just-" I stood up, not able to say anymore because of the lump in my throat and the tears welling up in my eyes.
I bit my lip, In all my 25 years of living I had never really said my peace. Usually, if someone asked me if I was okay, I would lie, leaving doctors and nurses to force it out of me... Well, in my childhood anyway. After that no one really cared, until I met Brian, that is. I would still lie but he could read me like a book. He was the first real friend I could remember, other than Jay and dare I say it, Alex, maybe even Seth but... The phrase 'Are you okay' Is so over used, like:
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm only having a coughing fit.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm only retching up blood.
Are you okay?
Yeah, It's only a seizure.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I just woke up in the middle of nowhere with no memory of what happened.
...Fucking hell... "I..." I could finally tell the truth...If anyone cared... But that could lead to an emotional breakdown, I've had those a few times... "I'm fine." I cowered as the familiar phrase that I said all throughout my life echoed in my mind. 'Everything's fine.' I had said it once too much... I felt like I was in a room full of people, like I was screaming, but no-one could hear me...
Toby's P.O.V:
Tears welled up in my eyes... Why was I being so fucking cruel to him? ...But I'm going through... Something similar... He's right. I have no-one. No-one to talk to. It doesn't matter if I'm even talking, I could be just sitting. Still not talking. It's just having someone there. A guy is alone too long and he get's lonely. A guy gets to lonely and he get's sick. (Steinbeck ;) ) I couldn't find the emotional strengh to speak to him now... I was drained. So I slid onto the floor completely and closed my eyes...
