Covens and Proxies

22

Reader's POV

You fight to keep yourself stable, absolutely exhausted from that. Toby watches you for a minute, and you smile. Because he's not dead. And he doesn't look mad anymore. And it feels good to just stand next to him, even if you're close to passing out.

He hugs you. He just holds you tightly, his face buried in your shoulder. "I'm sor-sorry I hurt you." He mutters.

You smile, leaning into him. "You're the one that almost died. I should be apologizing to you for making you so mad."

You feel him smile, squeezing you gently before pulling back. "Go-gonna tell me why you-you called?" He asks, wearing that smug expression he's too good at for his own sake.

"Zemra wants to go on a double date with us. To the movies."

His smirk falters. "Who's her-er boyfriend?"

You shrug. "Some hot regular at her job. Kind of an idiot."

He chuckles, "Alright. When d-do-do I need to be a descent hum-an being?"

You stick out your tongue. "You don't need to be descent, just don't kill anyone." You pause, biting your lip in indecision. "A Quiet Place. Part two."

He groans. "You've got to-to be kidding me."

You shrug. "Hey, we're picking the date, they pick the movie."

"But those mov-movies are so damn cheesy and-and unrealistic." His complaints are amusing.

"Right, because you actually live in a horror movie."

"Damn righ-right I do."

"Well? When can you get away?" You prod, resting your head on his chest. His heart is fast and steady. Reassuring.

"What day-day is it?" He asks, making you snort.

"It's Tuesday."

"Fuck. I-t is?" You hum and nod. "Alright. Friday-day night?" He asks.

You smile, your legs starting to get heavy. "Sounds great."

"Hey! We have to go!" Masky hollers from the front of the building, making your head hurt a little.

Toby steps back and takes your hand, almost making you faceplant. He pulls you up, "You can ba-barely think right now, can-can't you?"

You smile and shrug. "I was prepared for a long nap after this." You mutter, pushing yourself to your feet. You're swaying, but you manage to stay up. "I'll be fine. You guys need to get going."

He pulls your arm over his shoulders and scoops you up bridal style. "N-nah. We've got some tim-time."

You don't protest, leaning into him comfortably as he caries you outside. Masky looks up when the door shuts. "What's happening?" He asks, drawing his gun.

"She's tired. I'm-I'm taking her home. You coming?"

He chokes, turning around to cough it up. "You want me to go with you to your girlfriends house?" He gasps, pulling a cigarette from his pocket.

"Sure. If you try an-anything, I'll just hack you into pieces and-and serve you as stew to every-one back home." Toby smirks and shrugs, heading for the car parked in the driveway.

"Alright." Masky shrugs and follows, sliding into the front seat.

The boys talk while you doze lightly in the back, wrapped in a blanket Masky apparently had in the trunk. "Never know when hypothermia will be a problem." He'd said.