As per request, this is how Toby and Happy ended up cuddling, in the chapter about Toby's fever. It's not very long, but I promise the next chapter is over a thousand words, and it might even be up tonight. Tell me what you think of this chapter.
-Aislin
"I want you to come here," Toby whined.
"No," Happy argued, "Tell me what I can get you, and I will get it, but I am not just going to climb into bed with you. I don't even want to be here."
"I think you do," he said sleepily.
"No, I don't. However, I can't leave a sick person on their own," Happy argued. "And if you die here, I'll be blamed."
"I always thought you'd kill me," He muttered.
"I probably still will, but not tonight," She informed him. "Now, do you need anything?"
"No," He sighed. She began to sit down in the chair in his room. "But, I would like you to come here."
"Toby, no," She replied. "Look, you don't want me to get sick right?"
"One, I'm the doctor here. I can tell you for a fact that I am not contagious. Two, even if I were contagious, you would already be sick. Please come here. "
"Doc," She whispered.
"It's not some sort of binding contract. I just want you to be close. Is there anything wrong with that?" Toby questioned.
"Why do you even want me with you?" She shot back.
"Why does that matter?" He argued, and then it got quiet. Happy refused to look at Toby, and Toby didn't look back. They were both angry. Toby didn't love the feeling of rejection. And Happy didn't like being questioned.
It's more than that and you know it, a voice in her head told her. And it was more than breached privacy. It was more than anger. It was upset. She was upset, which didn't happen often.
She looked over at Toby, who was clearly trying to ignore her. She wasn't particularly upset with him. He was sick, and people want to be comforted when they're sick. She was upset with herself for not being able to let him in. It's not like he asked much of her, and he didn't have anyone else to help him when he was sick.
Half an hour had passed, and Happy could see that Toby was falling asleep. He clearly was still unhappy. Happy wasn't feeling so great either.
Surely if he was well, he would understand why she wouldn't lie with him. Though if he was well, he wouldn't be asking her to. In fact, if he was in full health, she wouldn't even be here. She would be at home sleeping. In a way, this was all his fault for getting sick in the first place.
You're being ridiculous, her brain reminded her. She knew that was true. She couldn't blame her for any of it. She could only blame herself. If she didn't have all these walls, then she wouldn't be in this situation. She wouldn't have been most of the situations she had gotten herself into.
She started to move towards Toby. "Hey, scoot over," She ordered. He moved and opened up his arms, which she crawled into quickly before she could change her mind. This wasn't weird, she reminded herself. She was upset, and what did people do when they were upset? They seek comfort from their best friends, or the people they love.