imagine toby getting home from a long, excruciating mission and he turns into a clingy loser. he’d walk into your guys’ cabin with a deep sigh, already grumbling about how boring it was and how annoyed everyone had made him. he’d hang his coat, kick his boots off, toss his hatchet on the ground, rub a hand over his face and then make grabby hands at you, telling you he wants cuddles without exactly telling you he wants them. he’d be all covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and who knows what else, but who cares? he needs you right now after a long day, so be there for the cuddly killer boy!











