He was nothing but pleased to be free of that shower and that water, the stress such a thing had placed upon him perhaps far more significant then he truly allowed to be seen, his fractured thoughts resenting that heated liquid entirely. His desire to protect his mate, rather than bring her harm, perhaps the only thing that had truly prevented him tearing that shower apart. Those more intimate touches too- having worked to distract his mind from those more violent, devilish thoughts that often consumed him in those moments of stress. Tobias hardly content to allow logical thought to find him, those animalistic instincts so having a way of taking over in those situations his mind so hardly seemed to desire he be present for. Water a veritable Everest for the man and one he could not escape to quickly as he hurried from that shower and towards that towel, the boy wholly familiar with this idea of drying himself and as such he worked to do just that, assuring his companion that it was for her kisses alone he had done such a thing. How likely he truly was to allow that same trick to be played upon him a second time remaining to be seen. The deviant so delighting in those touches all the same. He lifted that towel readily, rubbing it across his skin in a determined effort to remove the water from it, his dark gaze glancing upward as Birdie spoke once more, the boy having learned to offer that eye contact when another spoke even if he hardly understood what was being sense. His head tilted slightly as those words, the man understanding most of them or at least, the tone behind them, his eyes narrowing slightly on that shower once more. Tobias unused to that strikingly clean feeling at yet he so lacked the words to comment on it, his mind turning over those words he was offered in turn.

"Birdie....likes it."

The words were uttered more to himself, truly, then that woman and yet he often did as such if only in some attempt to have those words make sense within his mind, that man clearly thinking further upon them as his mate reached for that comb, guiding it through her hair over and over again, Tobias watching for several moments- the man readily fascinated by those repeat actions before his attention returned to drying himself. His gaze returned to her only as she lifted that comb to him in turn, the man eyeing her almost warily before she brushed it through his hair. Tobias so seeming to decide this was an acceptable gesture. His comment on those kisses it seemed, had registered within that woman at least, Raven stepping abruptly forward then, Tobias so momentarily caught off guard by the way she pushed him against that wall, his frame moving easily under that press off her own before she stole those kisses from him. That gangly young man responded readily to that touch, doing just as he had learned to do. Tobias entirely capable of feeling that pleasurable sensation that came from that gesture and the feel of her figure against his own. That distinctly masculine part of himself so readily combining with that animalistic part that saw him near crave her touch. Her lips left his own then, trailing along his jawline and neck, her hands pressing to his chest as those kisses continued, stirring that sound of pleasure from within him. That desire for her....becoming rather evident upon his naked form before those kisses suddenly halted, his gaze drawn to his mate now, unable to understand why she had stopped before his eyes moved to rest on that bruise. His head tilted slightly at her words. His mind having come to understand this healing to some extent.

"Get...Jackal to...fix?"

Even Tobias understood something of that little Mexican man's ability to heal, the leopard having some knowledge too, off Raven's inability to do as such even if his fractured thoughts hardly understood such a thing in detail he knew readily that Birdie took longer than himself, each time, to recover from any battle. His own shoulder already nearly healed within that short space of time. Her bruised body remaining much the same as before that shower had begun. His shaggy head tilted once more, that towel abruptly tossed to the floor, Tobias so eternally lacking any ability to truly be tidy as he wandered into their bedroom to find those jeans and shirt he had learned were required after those dips in the water, the man pulling them on, his hair still wet and dripping as he proceeded to move about that room then. What he was doing truly remained to be seen, the man muttering to himself as he moved about, the trauma of that shower all but forgotten (his jeans still a little uncomfortable though really) as he reached to pull a box out from beneath those shelves of Raven's books. How long he had kept such a box remained to be seen, the boy abruptly seating himself upon the floor, folding his legs beneath him before upending that box atop the rug.

"Birdie!"

That he clearly desired she look at that collection of oddities was evident as they spilled out onto that rug, Tobias proudly displaying those ribbons and threads and buttons, those pieces of scrap metal and a rather extensive amount of leather strips and pieces- though where he had gotten any of them remained to be seen. The boy gesturing then for Raven to sit in front of him before pressing several of those pieces towards her to allow her to choose just which one. That this was evidently the box from which her Christmas gift had been made was surely clear. Tobias still affording it no explanation in any sense as he picked up three of those leather strips so neatly cut into just the right length, though how he had done even that remained to be seen.

"Birdie will....feel better if.....plays with....the Box of Making."

That this was clearly some effort on his part to distract the woman from her injuries as Tetradore had so often done with him when any wound needed to be treated was surely clear then. Tobias proceeding then to begin to fold those leather strips over and over one another, plaiting them almost expertly and with deft, quick fingers as he did- the boy relishing in those patterns. For how long he had truly been able to craft these things remaining to be seen, much less whom had taught him....

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