It is debatable, perhaps, as to how much the boy truly understands of even his own request and yet, as is the fashion in which Tobias does such things, it is more a proclamation then a true question. Tobias seemingly having decided upon the answer for himself well before Birdie might be able to give one. He slips once more into silence, though his gaze remains upon her, those blackened eyes tainted with the faintest touches of gold in some sign, perhaps, that his other half lingered too in search of a response the current Tobias perhaps did not realize he was anticipating. For all his fractured thoughts and broken ideals however, the boy was assured of his proclamation all the same. He understands mates, in his own way, understands that which is animal well before he understands that which is human and perhaps this is simply the first step towards something else, one day, when his mind is ready to understand the human manner in which something might be done. For now he merely looks upon his companion with an expectation of sorts, seeming to desire her response all the same although surely it would change little between them. He was already possessive of her, protective, assured she was his belonging and no others for indeed to the mind of the creature all things are possessions in one way or another. Ownership of them was of critical importance to his understanding and to those around him. He is simply open about it when others are not- others like to pretend, surely, that they do not belong to one another, that surely they cannot be owned and yet Tobias is assured of this simple truth as he is assured of nothing else. Birdie is his belonging. As is Tetra and Sam and Nadya and Kittens. They are all his own- if only in different ways.

The utter joy within his companion at his proclamation is perhaps misunderstood, Tobias incapable of truly perceiving the wealth of emotions that rise within her. After all, his world is black and white and always will be, the complex thoughts and revelations that turn within her mind will never be available to him and yet still he waits- something within him seems to demand it as he looks upon her. The sudden appearance of tears, though silent, see his own features frown. He has come to understand, slowly, that tears are a result of 'being sad' though of what sadness truly is to the creature is debatable within itself. The sudden appearance of happy tears are well and truly outside his ability to comprehend and as such he is merely left staring towards her in some vague attempt to piece together the meaning behind this emotion he might never perceive. Why should she be sad? His features contort slightly, still attempting to understand what is before him, the boy rarely given to try, after all, he has long since given up any belief he need understand himself. It is merely for a select few he is given to even attempt to piece together the fragments of his mind that glitch and spark and fizzle out. To try is difficult. To try is an effort and there are few for whom he is willing to make this effort. The kiss she places upon him however sees a grin return to his features, the boy willing to accept this delicate touch before she offers her whispered words.

"Yes...for all the days."

He simply nods, seemingly content in this acceptance, delight seeming to touch him once more before he returns to simply lying beside his new mate, the girl nuzzling against him with her arms about his waist, Tobias making no move to push away from her as she speaks again those words he hears so often. A grin tracing his features once more.

"We....know."

We. Both. They know. Always.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push