poisonous;

“Probably yell a little louder until somebody hears you.”

“Just you wait and see. I won’t be scared at all.” She rolled her eyes and laughed, plopping down next to him. “Well, you gotta have great snacks. It’s an important life rule.”

“I will. I got the camera on my phone ready for whatever is to come.” He smirked. “I know. I’m always too lazy to get them though.”

“That’s what I thought. I don’t get their taste anymore these days. As long as it’s not me, I don’t really care either though.”

Yeah, and that’s pretty fucking scary, isn’t it? I think I would feel much better if I knew what’s going to happen. But I know that’s just wishful thinking.

“No, no. It’s fine, really. I wasn’t actually expecting even one cup.”

“Well, what can I say? I’m a nice guy.”

“Oh, well, this one cup of coffee will get me through the day so thank you.”

“No problem. If not, I’ll gladly get you another one. I’m great at coffee duty.”

“Hey, I just stated my own opinion. I’m aware that plenty of girls would disagree with that.”

I’m not thinking the worst. Not really, at least. I just thought I’m the only one who doesn’t so... it’s good to know you don’t. Makes me feel less stupid for hoping she’ll get better.

“Unless you’re here to bring me twenty cups of coffee, I hope it’s important.”

“I’m bringing you one cup of coffee and hope that is enough, actually.”

“Extra scary for yourself, I think is what you meant to say.” She laughed and prepared a couple of bowls with snacks; popcorn in one, potato chips in another and gummy bears and chocolates in the last one.

“Nope, I’m definitely talking about extra scary for you.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he waited for her to join him on the couch, immediately reaching for one of the bowls. “God, your snacks are great.”

I... thank you, Talon. It means a lot to hear that. I’m just scared she’ll never get out of there. Never be closer to normal than this. And that idea is just freaking me out. It doesn’t really matter to me all that much whether you notice, as long as she gets better.

“Patrick Dempsey? You think that guy is good-looking? I always thought he looks like a wet poodle when I see him on screen. But I think I can work with Daniel Radcliffe, at least that description fits me.”

Yeah. That’s how I feel. But I try not to focus on the latter one.

“Coming right up,” she said and walked to the fridge to get out two cans of coke. “Can you find something on Netflix in the meantime? I’ll get us some snacks as well.”

“Oh, of course.” Toby grinned, dropping down onto the couch. “I’ll find something extra scary for you.”