Toby, all of this started when you weren't here and continued when we were on our break.

[ Dorian's trying to be gentle, trying to be calm, but there's an underlying hint of aggravation in his voice. Did Toby always think that he wouldn't be good enough? Was this something that Dorian would have to do time and time again, reassure Toby that he was good enough, that he did matter, that Dorian picked him for a reason?

He'd gladly do that time and time again. After all, he loved Toby. But Dorian, king of ego and self-image, can't help but be a little bit put out that Toby's narcissism doesn't match his own. ]

I don't care about Chilton anymore. Hell, I don't care about Petrov any more. I married you, didn't I?

[ and doesn't that say something? ]