Toby couldn't help being a genius.
He couldn't help noticing micro-expressions on everyone, everywhere he went. He couldn't help knowing what people were going to say before they said it. He couldn't help it.
Most of all, he couldn't help falling for Happy Quinn.
Since the day they met he knew she was an enigma he was destined to solve. Over the years Happy had become so much more than that. She had become his breath, his life. She was the axis he orbited.
He knew she had a history of disappointment and therefore a deep mistrust of humans, but Toby was looking to change that. He would show her how easy it was to trust him.
"Hey, Doc?" Toby's train of thought was swiftly interrupted by the woman standing in front of him. "You might want to stop staring. It's rude."
"If I could, I would," Toby murmured.
Happy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Seriously, Toby. You're freaking me out."
Right, Toby thought, I should probably stop staring at her. "Happy Quinn, would you like to go out to dinner with me?"
He hadn't thought of the seriousness of his words, or their repercussions. He could see the doubt in her narrowed eyes and pinched lips. She was unsure.
"We could even go to that Thai place you like." Toby suggested.
Her eyes widened and the corners of her lips turned up. A yes, then.
"Alright," she gave in. "I'm in."
You cannot screw this up, Toby thought to himself. He couldn't allow his axis to tilt. He would take a nap to get rid of the nerves, and be wide awake in time for their date. Simple.
A loud buzzing noise jolted Toby awake. He startled and saw his phone ringing. It was Happy. Oh no, their date. He was late to pick her up!
"Please don't be mad, I overslept."
Happy spoke through gritted teeth, Toby could tell. "We missed our reservation. It's too late."
No.
He couldn't have done this. He couldn't have done this to her.
"Happy, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I'll pick you up in five and we can do something else. Okay?"
"Fine, just be quick." Happy relented.
"I'll only be a minute."
Toby's first thought after seeing Happy in that black dress was not exactly clean. The second, however, was slightly more poetic and definitely something he could tell her. "You look beautiful, Hap."
Happy blushed deeply and Toby smiled. How had it taken them so long to get to this point?
"So, where to, Doc?" Happy asked, once settled into his car. Toby shrugged. "What do you feel like doing?"
Happy thought for a while. Finally she said, "There's a movie playing soon that I'd like to see. How about it?"
Toby nodded. As long as he was with her, he didn't care what was on the agenda.
Toby never thought of Happy as the hand - holding type. She always kept her distance and her personal space was as important to her as Sly's Super Fun Guy collection was to him.
Yet the whole way through the movie, she held his hand tightly in her lap. Sometimes she would trace circles on his palm, other times she would write words on his pulse. It was calming.
"Happy," Toby groaned, "You're missing the good part." The bad guy had just been caught and the distressed damsel had fallen into the hero's arms. Cliché, but cute.
But Happy continued her artwork on Toby's skin. "No," she whispered, looking straight at him, "I'm not."
