whenever I see someone make Tim be really mean to Toby it makes me sad :(
I do not think Tim would hate him at all. Maybe he’d be annoyed by his presence when he first starts to tag along, but it’s just because he’s such a contrasting force. Tim’s used to Brian. They’ve been friends for a long time, they’re similar in age, they’ve gone through a lot together, and they know how to act around one another. Toby just comes in like a freight train. This loud, almost grating presence that demands attention even if he’s not asking for it.
Toby’s immature, petty, overly excitable, messy, and doesn’t think through his actions well. Of course that rubs Tim the wrong way at first. Maybe he snaps at him once or twice. Probably just gives him the silent treatment for a good long while, but hate him? No. On the inside he’s sad for him. Even before he learns about his trauma. Because he’s just so young. He’s young, has so much spirit, and yet he’s here. Dragged through life to become a slave to slender just like the rest of them.
He can barely even look at him when they first meet because it makes his stomach turn. He can barely grow a beard. He’s still hollowing out his baby fat, for fuck’s sake - and he’s here? It’s sickening to think of how much potential and promise got thrown down the drain.
Toby doesn’t open up to him quickly. I’ve said this in older posts but he’s just really not good around older men. It brings up too many flashbacks of his father.
But, eventually he will. Probably not by choice. He wakes up from a terror in the middle of the night screaming with tears streaming down his face. Tim runs in because he thought something genuinely terrible happened - and it did, just a long time ago.
After that, they just kind of stick. Tim gets Toby into smoking, they sit on the porch of the shared cabin together and share a pack of cigs. Tim will tell him stories of how he lived before all of this happened, Toby will listen but stay silent because he’s got no good memories to tell.
Toby will ask Tim about college. What it was like. If it was like the movies. It just makes that pit of dread in Tim’s stomach grow deeper, knowing that he was swiped before he could even attempt to experience it.
Tim constantly harps on him to be careful. Keeps him in his line of sight at all times when they’re on a mission because he knows Toby’s reckless. He knows he pushes himself too hard because he thinks his inability to feel pain makes him near invincible. He’s usually the one to carry Toby home slung over his back.
Tim cares in a gruff, closed off way.
“D-Does it matter? Can’t f-feel it anyway.”
“Oh, fuck off. Show me. You’d have bled out five times over if I didn’t always harp on you.”
It’s always worse than Toby says it is. And it always makes Tim’s head hurt to think about just how detached from his own body Toby seems to be.
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