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[It's so much easier to stay like this... because Toby can hardly understand his thoughts. Because there's a voice in his head, one that's screaming so loud that Toby can't hear himself think. He wonders if he's sick, and hopes that staying like this will make the pain subside. But after... who knows how long, as he softly weeps into the juncture between Dorian's neck and shoulder, Toby finds himself feeling more ill than he could ever recall.

So he finally pulls away, whispering,] Let's go.

[It's notable that as he moves along, Toby appears to be fighting the urge to drunkenly sway, which is unlike him because... well, he never gets drunk. Not really, anyway.]