How rare it truly was for that dishevelled creature to so offer anyone anything that so belonged to him. The shaggy haired deviant decidedly against the notion of sharing in any sense though whether such a thing was merely the result of his independent Leopard nature or merely his own difficult temperament could hardly be said. After all, he was simply a product of his own environment, the boy having learned so very young that others would take what was his own if he failed to defend it, Tobias often given to a selfishness of sorts when allowed to go unchecked- even with his own mate. Some part of the young man unable to fully believe his things would not be taken from him, the idea of hunger one that displeased him immensely even though some part of him understood, surely, that Birdie would hardly take his fish from him. Sharing was...difficult, new, a concept of a higher order the boy was yet to truly embrace and yet for whatever reason, tonight, Tobias so seemed to have decided to attempt to try. Pressing that half a fish into Raven's lap regardless as to whether or not the poor girl truly desired such an impromptu meal or not. Those fathomless dark eyes continue to linger upon his companion- Tobias ever watchful of the woman, the boy so aware of her each and every reaction. For all his in capabilities with words he is entirely capable of understanding that which remains unsaid, the boy given to learn in just this manner, his mind so taken to this basal understanding of action and reaction and indeed her hesitation to so immediately consume the meal she had been presented with is met with a frown of sorts as his fractured mind so attempts to put together this information that exists before him.

Her praise for his attempt to share is hardly missed all the same, dark eyes finding her own again, some slither of pleasure so finding its way into his being at this notion that he had pleased her in some fashion before he lifts that fish to his lips once more in an effort to show his mate just how the fish should be eaten. The gangly, sodden boy shifts closer once more, his shoulder resting against her own in a truly rare show of patience. His normally abrasive, impatient attitude giving way to something decidedly gentler here and now although why can hardly be said. Tobias trying, for the first time, to show some higher level of care for his companion in a manner she herself might understand. After all, Tobias cares for his mate, decidedly so, his ability to display such a thing however is often lost entirely beneath his impatience and irritability- the boy frustrated at himself more than any other, his moods so often reflecting that constant internal dislike of his own inability in this life and yet his mind clearer today perhaps- his touches softer, more careful, attempting to show his companion what he wants as opposed to merely telling her. The idea however, that she preferred her fish cooked it met with a blank stare of sorts, dark eyes finding her own, his mouthful of fish swallowed as his mind struggles with this perception that the fish is.....not right, frustration tugging at his features once more, one hand lifted again to run through his hair in that mimicry of Tetradore once more. How to cook the fish was entirely unknown to him, the boy seeming to consider those words all the more before Birdie so suddenly brings that fish to her own lips.

That glorious grin adorns his features in response, watching as Raven attempted to eat the fish, Tobias oblivious to the look of displeasure upon her features or the effort it took for the woman to struggle to consume that bite, his own hands clapping together in some measure of excitement as those last rays of sun falter beneath the sky, his head tilting ever so slightly at her lack of a second bite before his features frown once more in contemplation, those words struggling to his lips now, dark eyes turned back to her own as he utters them. Where or how he has even learned such words remains to be seen, the boy offering them all the same even despite the belief of many that he was surely incapable of the very emotion he so exclaimed now- his gaze held upon his companion entirely. Whether or not he understands those words remains to be seen, his mind so entirely different from those around him, his perception of the world entirely unique and yet he offers them all the same as he never quite has before- the man seeking her reaction to this as he did to the fish only moments before.

He does not love as others do, not truly, Tobias incapable of such an emotion within the traditional sense and yet there exists for that shaggy-haired deviant an entirely different understanding of such a thing, that word meaningful to him, in some way, the man inclined to protect and care for the woman beside him, Tobias inclined to share with her when he would no other, to sleep beside her, to permit her touch- this, perhaps, his version of love so singular focused on her alone. The kiss he is rewarded with sees his features frown once more before returning the gesture as he has learned to do, Birdie's arm moving to wrap around him, curiosity lingering within his gaze as he glances downward at that arm before his companion speaks. The emotion within her words is hardly missed, Tobias entirely capable of so perceiving that tone though whether he understands it or not remains to be seen as her lips press to his forehead and a simper readily returns to his own features if only for the simple assurance she is pleased. After all- that alone is all he truly seems to desire from her. That she is pleased.

"I.....know. Always....I know."

And he does. He has heard those words before, understands them on some level, his lips pressing to her own once more, that flicker of gold so momentarily tainting his vision before it fades to black once more, the man unaware, perhaps, of just how meaningful those words were to his companion- Tobias so finally admitting that which he has surely always known in some way, his gangly frame remaining beside her own now before his gaze returns to that fish still within her hands.

"Are you....going to.....eat it?"

Romance, it would seem, is not the greatest of his skills- the boy clearly determined to finish what it seems his mate will not. Raven, perhaps, saved from having to consume that fish by her companion's insatiable appetite as he continues to lean against her in that vague show of affection and touch afforded to her alone. Tobias in a decidedly good mood this evening it would seem before his mind so seems to decide upon yet another course of action, one hand lifted to suddenly press against his mates shoulder, seeking to have her lie back against the grass, the boy moving abruptly until he lays beside her, one hand reaching to toy with a curl of her hair as he so often did. His mind so readily fascinated with such things before those fractured words echo once more.

"Now we.....lie here.....and....be happy then.....go home."

Yes. This is how dates work. He is sure.

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