[for tosh]

Days and nights away from the hut. He'd been thinking, trying to figure things out. Who he was. Who he'd been. What was it people saw in him...was he really that much of a good guy? Thinking wasn't something he did a lot. He hated self-reflection, preferring to simply act. In the last year he'd gotten so used to thinking about why he was doing things, it was sort of unsettling.

His wandering took him to Tosh's door that day, one question really pressing him that day. He needed to know. He needed her honesty as much as she demanded his. He needed to know.

And so he knocked.