It was a smart decision, yeah. The most logical way to prevent the case from becoming compromised while keeping ourselves fully staffed, as Walter put it. And, like Happy reminded, for his own good. But Walter didn't need him to do anything yet. Probably wouldn't at all.
The Crimson Hotel had brought Team Scorpion back after someone hacked into their accounts and stole millions. Nobody else could do a damn thing, because they couldn't figure out who it was. The thieves disguised their hacking well. Scorpion crack it, though.
Not like they were planning on sticking around the tables all day, but it'd been an agreement that Toby should stay back. Despite no trips to a casino, race track, or anything of the like for two years, he didn't think he was strong enough. The risk of not making it was too straining. It wouldn't have been fair to crumble after everything, and, more importantly, it wouldn't have been fair to crumble on Happy. She was his central point, his reason for quitting, his support and his hope. But he didn't want to disappoint her. He believed in her love of her, of course, but not his willpower.
So he stayed. And sulked. And brooded a little, too.
Happy had given him a kiss before leaving. He could still taste the soft sympathy.
Now, he was bored out of his mind. He kept badgering himself with self deprecation, and when he tried pushing it from his head, it resulted in boredom. He'd searched through a couple more baby name websites, added a few to the ongoing list, tested if he could name all fifty states, which he couldn't, damn Arkansas, and flew more than a dozen paper airplanes at Sylvester's desk.
He was still bored.
And he was considering hiding Cabe's mug and making a scavenger hunt out of it when he got a text from Happy.
Toby's entire mood then lifted.
Remember the ugly ass shirt Sly got here last time?
Burned in my memory...why do you ask?
Picked one up for you.
Toby grinned. She hated that shirt. She wanted to toss it in a fire and singe the ashes. But she, the best wife in the world, was trying to do something for him. She knew he was miserable. He was the only person she could read.
He replied with a smiley face and, I'll never take it off.
It took a couple seconds for her to write a text expressing her annoyance. But, if she hadn't been even slightly amused, she wouldn't have responded at all. Forget it. I'll toss it in the dumpster on the way out.
I was just kidding!
...You damn well better be. Don't make me regret getting you a souvenir.
I'm happy you even remember me. Surprised you haven't already met a hunk with big bucks who wants to take you home.
That's not funny.
Wasn't a joke. You look like a million bucks. ...Actually, more than all the money in all of Vegas.
Shut up.
Toby smiled again. Big and bright. Some of the tension eased in his chest. How's the code cracking coming?
She waited a minute or so. I think Walt's getting there. He's making progress on getting control back. I'm in the car with Cabe on the way to meet potential perps.
Be safe, Hap.
Always am.
He leaned against his desk chair. She just wanted to talk with him. Because she knew he was upset and she wanted to help. She wouldn't come out and say, I love you so much and I know you're going to be okay. Let me know if you need anything. I'm here for you. But she said what she had to. And she reminded him she was miles and miles away, but still close enough.
She'd always been better with actions than words.