[Toby realizes his story doesn't check out, he knows Dorian doesn't actually buy it, but. In spite of what seems to be the strangest and most nauseating headache he's ever had, Toby somehow feels the slightest relief that Dorian isn't poking at its holes and how it's incongruous with reality in general.

Still, after Dorian's comments, he continues,]

...When I came back, it was almost evening. The sun had already started to set, and I hid among the shadows, covered up as best I could. For the most part, it worked.

[After a beat or two,] Am I really so exceptional, Dorian? Am I really so different from everyone else?

[Because why shouldn't Toby prompt Dorian if he wanted to flatter his heart's desire? It might be just what he needs to feel better and not really think of how sick he feels...]