I have traveled through madness to find me

He liked car rides. He always had. Even if Tobias was near assured that Raven did not drive fast enough. His complaints only seemed to prompt Raven to insist that speed and the danger of crashing was not 'good' for the baby until Tobias huffed his irritation. His arms folded across his chest. The deviant seemed to enjoy that ride all the same. Tobias, with his ever present fascination for lines, seemed readily fixated upon those lane markings. The young man seemed to have a habit of staring with unblinking fixation as the car followed that painted marker with a precision and predictability his fractured mind readily enjoyed. His wife had told him, several times over, just where they were going and yet whether or not the deviant truly understood that concept remained to be seen. Tobias, for the most part, merely enjoyed that drive. The young man was content to mutter beneath his breath for a large position of that journey, though whether or not those sounds were true words or merely his own brand of communication remained to be seen. The car eventually pulled off of the highway and into a far more built up area reminiscent of the city from which they had come. Tobias' gaze shifted at last away from the road and toward the buildings, his head tilted in some vague glimpse of curiosity before Raven neatly parked. His name on her lips prompted that shift in his attention as his dark gaze met her own.

The near influx of words that fell from his mates lips seemed to coax a frown to Tobias' features as his mind struggled to process just exactly what Raven desired from him. Machines and noise were both words he understood and yet his ability to place those very things within the immediate future was, perhaps, distinctly limited. Tobias instead so merely glancing around that car momentarily as if anticipating those very things Raven had mentioned to be immediately present. Her mention of a Doctor seemed to garner little response from the man and yet his attention remained upon her all the same in a distinct effort to attempt to please her with his focus. It was important, after all, to look at the person talking. Tobias, for the most part, seemed to have mastered that notion even if he so often misunderstood just what was being said at all. Raven's words abruptly ended. The expectation within her voice and too- that ardent look were both clear. Tobias merely offered a nod, though whether or not that very gesture was an agreement to her words or merely a learned response to her look of expectation so remained to be seen.

Tobias slid from that car several moments later, his hand readily found his wife's own before the pair made their way towards the building with its sliding doors. Raven stepped forward to speak with the receptionist then. Tobias merely left to glance curiously around that room for several moments before the pair were sent down a hallway. The very scents within this place were....curious. Its well washed walls and polished floors had been all but drenched in disinfectant. That scent overpowering all others. The very first tendrils of anxiety so already beginning to claw within the young man. Tobias was nothing if not notoriously.....poor at handling any sense of anxiety. That conflicting emotion so often resorting to pure aggression. Aggression, after all, was an emotion he understood well. A blanket emotion. One used to cover all manner of insecurities. Tobias, like any animal was distinctly prone to attempting to hide even the vaguest weakness. That discontent within himself, while subtle, for now, had already begun to stir. He was unused to hospitals, surgeries or doctors rooms of any kind. Any wound he had ever suffered had been healed by his own body or whatever brand of first aid Tetradore and himself had been capable of. In their later years, the Ark's healer had been more than capable of removing whatever aliment the boy suffered. Tobias, more often than not, refused anything beyond the most basic form a pain relief. His disdain for being touched so often resulting in that treatment proving...impossible. Those scents within this building, or rather, a lack of any scent save that disinfectant was...unnerving to him.

The sudden appearance of a young nurse within purple scrubs was quick to prompt a distinctly low growl from the young man. Heather, in her surprise, glanced near anxiously about in search of the source of the sound. Tobias content to all but glare at her from across the hall before Raven stepped within the smaller room. How loath he was to lose his mate within that maze of a building. His desire to linger within Raven's presence was all that prompted him to follow her into that smaller, darker space with its curious chairs. Tobias, already ill at ease within that building, seemed to grow only more so in that smaller space. Those faint touches of anxiety upon Raven herself hardly settling the young man in any sense. Raven eased herself onto the bed. Her gesture toward that chair meant for him saw his dark gaze shift towards it and yet, for now, Tobias was inclined to remain standing within the far corner, his arms, in the very least, remaining folded across his chest and out of harm's way. Raven's sudden question prompted a tilt of his head, the notion of whether or not he was nervous earning Raven a faint nod.

"I do not....like it....here."

The sound of someone approaching saw his attention shift toward the door. Whoever had opened it, perhaps the unfortunate Heather, so suddenly shrieked before hurrying back out. Tobias so having shifted those leopard ears, tail and claws into place. That tail lashed angrily behind him, his ears flattened back agianst his head in clear irritation. The mere look of him like that, it seemed, enough to send the nurse fleeing. A small chuff of pleasure rumbled within the young man's throat. His discomfort lessened, it seemed, by the presence of those more animalistic appendages. Partial shifting was a distinctly rare talent. One, it seemed, that poor heather was unfamiliar with.

Tobias

A sweet moment of

Clarity