[To begin with, if Dorian hadn't been here already, or if they hadn't gotten things sorted, Toby would've wanted to be with Drew. There is a kindred spirit in the werewolf, someone who looks out for, understands, and accepts him like almost no one else. So it's only natural for Toby to run to Drew at a time like this, when he's lost all that has mattered most to him. There's this connection between them that makes this feel right, and he's throwing all caution to the wind because he might otherwise sit himself on a rooftop to watch the sun rise. Alone.
He grabs a fistful of hair, and then releases, doing so again and again whilst they make out. His other hand twists in Drew's shirt, starting to gather it up to expose Drew's back. Once he's hiked the shirt up enough, he places his hand beneath it, just below Drew's shoulder. Because he knows the coolness of his own skin and Drew's reaction to it. And if Drew were to reject him here and now, Toby wouldn't know what to do with himself anymore.]
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He grabs a fistful of hair, and then releases, doing so again and again whilst they make out. His other hand twists in Drew's shirt, starting to gather it up to expose Drew's back. Once he's hiked the shirt up enough, he places his hand beneath it, just below Drew's shoulder. Because he knows the coolness of his own skin and Drew's reaction to it. And if Drew were to reject him here and now, Toby wouldn't know what to do with himself anymore.]