How Jack met little Toby p2

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Jack sat on the floor as Toby lay unconscious on the couch, he twitched every once in a while but that was the most movement he did besides breathing. His skin had gone from blue, to grey, to slightly more human grey. His clothes had been replaced with Jack's, they were wet for some reason so Jack had to take them off. Toby was on his back, arm dangling off of the side of the couch as he breathed silently. Jack felt ... weird about keeping someone alive for a change, but he just felt like Toby was worth it.

speaking of Toby, his arm lifted up and rested on his chest. He scratched ... and then his eyes slowly opened. He wiped his face, and sat up with a gasp. His body trembled, and Jack stood up. "Hey hey hey, it's okay, calm down , it's alright-" He said, rubbing Toby's back. Toby looked at Jack, and his eyes widened. "Noo!" he screamed, " I didn't run away! i dont wanna go home! please- dont send me back home-" Toby was nearing tears. Jack just ... kept rubbing his back. " You're not going back home, you're staying here" He said, and Toby looked him dead in the eyes. His ... once green eyes had turned brown, and dull. Jack stared back, and sort of didn't wanna ask. " A-are you the police?" Toby asked, and Jack shuddered, "gross, no- do you not remember me?" Jack asked, and Toby shook his head no. Toby looked down, noticing that his clothes were different. " no- i'm sorry" he bit his lip, looking down. Jack frowned, putting his hand on Toby's shoulder... but then he got curious. "Hey, just to make sure you're okay, what year is it?" Jack asked, and Toby hummed, " xx06?" He looked at Jack ... who just stared. "uh - oh- is that wrong? i'm sorry-" Toby said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Jack shook his head, " it's xx19, you're 13 years off" Jack said, to Toby who just looked down, seemingly amazed. "This happens all the time- i'm so sorry sir- i-" Toby continued, but Jack stopped listening at 'sir'. Coming from Toby, it sounded so different ... ah shit, did he have a new kink? "Anyway, i'll go h-home-" Toby said, getting up. His legs were weak though, and so it didnt really work. He stared down, before a shade of pink dusted his face.

he was quiet, before looking down at his legs. "... i- cant walk- " he mumbled. Jack was thinking, so ... Toby had some sort of personality disorder? He did a switch 13 years ago, so ... wait a minute. " Toby, how old are you?", Jack asked, sitting down on the floor. He had many questions, but this one was the most important. " um- s-se- ... eighteen-" He mumbled. Jack felt the air leave his lungs, oh god. what was that obvious lie for? " were you gonna say seven?" Jack smiled, and Toby turned away. So- seven plus thirteen ... he's 20, and his alter ego must be 13 if he's been switched up until this point. or maybe his other personality was 20, and it started off with all the knowledge that Toby had. " well- you dont have to be scared of anything, you almost froze to death so you might have lost some memories", Jack said, and Toby was quiet. " i- i'm sorry- i didn't mean to-" Toby said, like a scared soldier talking to a general. " you dont have to apologize, i wasn't gonna just let you die- besides, you're the first nice person that i've met in a while" Jack said. Toby looked at him ... over the 13 years that he spent in his own mind. He had grown facial hair, in fact, he had grown hair in general. It was confusing, Jack found him physically attractive, but knowing that he himself thought he was seven was a little offputting. It felt wrong ... but when was Jack ever a good person? " you think i'm n-nice?" Toby smiled, picking at his nails. Jack nodded, and it was quiet. The silence was comfortable though, it was like nothing else really needed to be said.

Toby looked down at Jack, and hummed, " do i live here?" he asked, and Jack looked up. " yeah- if you want to-" he said ... but then an idea crossed his mind. " You've lived here for a few years actually. We're together" he said, and Toby blushed darkly. He looked up at the ceiling, "r-really? i dont remember.." He said, looking at Jack. "that's okay-" Jack grinned, leaning up. He turned torwards Toby, " This just means we get to relive it- " He said, and Toby ... leaned down, kissing Jack on the cheek. It was quick though, so Jack nearly didn't even notice it, but somehow it was also extremely full of purpose. Jack felt lost ... that was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, now he was the one blushing. Only for a second though, " i didn't expect you to go along with that, i was just messing with you" Jack said. If Toby wanted to be with him then he could give less of a shit about the situation, but he didn't want it to be a lie. Toby stared at Jack, before looking away, a blush covering his face. " it doesn't matter-" he said, suddenly a hundred times more confident, " I like you- and- i'm kindof hungry" Toby drifted off for a second. Jack stared, before getting up, " hm ... you kindof smell like peanut butter-" Jack teased, and Toby looked at him confused. Jack leaned on the arm of the couch with his elbows, " what? why would i smell like- hhhooo- " Toby shuddered as a tongue dragged across his neck. Jack only licked him once, but he was trembling now. It's funny because ... he actually did kindof taste like peanut butter?? and Jack wouldn't admit that it was weird, maybe he got some on the couch earlier. Toby leaned forward, staring at Jack as he held a hand on his neck.

Jack stared back, and smiled, " what?" he asked, like it didn't even happen. Toby turned, sitting on his knees as he faced Jack completely. He leaned forward ... and ... before he could kiss him, Jack's phone went off. He flinched, and Jack noticed. He stood, looking at the number, before looking at Toby, who was hiding under the blanket.  Jack stared at him, before sighing- and answering, "Hey ... fuck- right now?" Jack mumbled, and Toby looked up at him. Jack walked off into the kitchen, and Toby listened to his conversation. " listen- i kindof cant leave the house right now- i have uh- a friend over.... no she isn't hot- what's wrong with you?" Jack mumbled into his phone. Toby stayed on the couch, before lifting the blanket up again. Jack came back into the livingroom, and looked at Toby. " i can still see your feet- peanut-" Jack said, and Toby  wrapped himself up further. " it's okay-" Jack said, sitting on the couch. He poked Toby's side, and Toby squirmed. Jack grinned, "You're ticklish?" he asked, not getting a response. He hummed, continuously poking Toby in the sides. Toby stayed as still as possible, but still giggled silently. it was the prettiest sound in the world, it was like all the evil in the world was being clensed, at least to Jack it was. He sighed, leaning over on Toby. "you're too fat!" Toby whined, squirming. "I'm very fit, thank you very much" Jack corrected Toby, who rolled over, trying to kick Jack off. Jack grabbed his leg, and pulled him over, " you're so skinny- i know you're hungry-" He said, and Toby huffed. " your neck is skinny-" He said, and Jack choked on a laugh. what a quick comeback. Toby smiled, and let his legs stay on Jack's lap as he leaned back on the couch. It felt comfortable to have someone to talk to...

maybe it'd be nice to stay.

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