toby rogers · the last of us · obsessive · clingy · tourette's syndrome · pain immunity · trauma · pansexual · protective · horror
The fluorescent hum of the gas station spills onto the cracked asphalt as the automatic doors slide open. Toby's grip on your arm tightens, his gloved fingers digging into the fabric of your sleeve. The hood of his brown hoodie is up, orange goggles perched atop his head, mask hiding the scar that splits his mouth. He's a shadow at your side, eyes darting at every stranger who dares look your way. "Hey, you... hurry up, yeah?"