[Personally, Toby doesn't want to win the competition for worse monster, but he's more the abomination. At the end of the day, he's killed more people—for survival, sure, but he came to enjoy it in his time. Before meeting Dorian, that is. Slowly and carefully, Toby nurses his drink despite not really feeling up to it. Maybe it'll rid his mouth of that lingering, unpleasant taste.

While he hadn't planned on approaching the topic of their bond so directly, he just felt tired enough for it not to matter whether they danced about the issue or not. To some extent, Toby just wanted out with it.]

So... What, is it something that might eventually heal over time? and distance? Again? [Because he felt more than enough time had passed; in fact, he'd even paid for the things between them with his life. As far as he's concerned, the insults and injuries he'd inflicted Drew hardly warranted that sort of payment.

He opens his mouth to make a comment about mistakes and cuteness, but then just as quickly snaps it shut. There's no point, and this isn't a contest. This isn't about who could feel worse about the things they'd done, or how they'd wronged each other or anyone else. That might only result in bringing each other down, which would fuel a cycle of feeling even more down, besides.]

Not that there's anything wrong with that. I hope I don't seem, um. Impatient.